Molly, a seasoned thief with a mischievous grin, leaned against the brick wall of the children's party venue. She examined the colorful balloons and streaming ribbons, her eyes glinting with anticipation. "You sure about this, Mol?" asked Bill, her lanky accomplice, his voice wavering as he adjusted his ill-fitting clown costume. "As sure as I am that you look ridiculous in that getup," Molly chuckled, elbowing him playfully. "Kids love clowns, right? And where there are kids, there are birthday presents." Bill grimaced, tugging at the oversized red nose. "Yeah, but stealing from kids? That's a new low, even for us." Molly winked, pulling out a small, intricate map from her pocket. "Not stealing, Bill. We're just... borrowing for a bit. And besides, it's not like they'll miss them during the party." Bill hesitated, then sighed, resignation etching his face. "Alright, Mol. But if we get caught, we're blaming your terrible clown joke for distracting us." Molly laughed, clapping Bill on the back. "Deal, Bill. Now let's go make some kids very temporarily unhappy."