"Alright, Bill, this is the plan," Molly, the short, stocky blonde criminal mastermind, said as she painstakingly applied bright pink lipstick in the van's cracked rearview mirror. "We're givin' these kids the heist of their lives," she cackled, winking at her tall, lanky partner-in-crime. "I don't know, Molly," Bill whined, adjusting the oversized rainbow unicorn costume he was stuffed into. "Stealing from kids at a birthday party? That's low even for us." "Bill, Bill, Bill," Molly purred, waving a manicured nail adorned with a bedazzled skull, "These little monsters won't even notice their presents are gone 'til they're strun' on cake and sugar. Besides, it's a Robin Hood's game: we're takin' from the spoiled and givin' to the... less fortunate." "You mean us?" Bill deadpanned, laughing through the unicorn's snout. "Precisely! Besides, do you want to retire on cat food or caviar?" Molly retorted, lowering her voice as she checked her pistol, lovingly named 'Dwayne', was loaded. "Point taken," Bill sighed, practicing a prancing walk in the suit. "So, we infiltrate the party, distract the brats with a robo-clown distraction, and then make our move on the present pile?" "Precisely, my dear Bill," Molly purred, slipping into her flamboyant clown cost