Molly's eyes widened as she examined the lavish scene before her. "Bill, you're not seriously suggesting that we heist a children's party, are you?" she said, her tone a mixture of disbelief and horror. Bill grinned wickedly. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a challenge - and those presents look like they're worth a pretty penny." Molly shook her head, clearly unconvinced. "And how exactly do you plan on sneaking in without getting noticed?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. Bill snickered. "Oh, that's the easy part. We'll come in as clowns, of course." Molly rolled her eyes. "I don't think dressing up as clowns is going to make us any less conspicuous." "Nonsense," Bill replied, waving his hand dismissively. "Think about it - clowns are expected to be a little weird and unpredictable. Nobody will suspect a thing." Molly sighed, feeling that familiar rush of dread that always accompanied one of Bill's hairbrained schemes. "Alright, fine. What's our plan once we're inside?" "Simple," Bill said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. "We'll wait until everyone is distracted by the piñata, then make our move. We'll grab the presents and run like hell." Molly groaned, but she couldn't deny that the plan had its merits. "Alright, let's do it," she said, reluctantly. "But you better hope those kids don't catch us." As they prepared to put on their clown makeup, Molly couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Part of her wished she'd stayed home and gone to bed early, like a normal person. But she knew that she was in too deep now. And with Bill by her side, there was no telling what kind of havoc they might wreak. As they dashed through the party, grabbing presents left and right, Molly couldn't help but laugh - despite herself. It was all so crazy, so wildly out of character for them both. But that's what made it so fun. In that moment, they were more than just thieves - they were true comedy legends. And their antics would go down in history, regardless of whether or not they managed to escape undetected.