"Alright, Bill, listen up," Molly, the sassy, curly-haired thief, whispered, "we're breaking into a kid's party tonight." "You're kating, right?" Bill's bushy eyebrows shot up, eyeballing Molly. "Nope, kiddo's birthday bash at the Pink Pony Palace. BirthDAY loot, our BIRTHRIGHT." Molly winked at her own pun. "Ugh, fine. How do we get in?" "C'mon, Bill, use those pea-sized brains God gave ya. We're going in as—" "Clowns?" "Worse," Molly cringed, "Kids' entertainers! We're Max and Molly Magician!" "I always get the fake schnoz," Bill grumbled, as they delved into costumes. Arriving at the party, they mingled with actual entertainers, biding their time. "And what's your name, little guy?" Molly asked the birthday boy. "Timmy, why?" "Very well, Timmy, for your special trick, we need everyone's eyes CLOSED!" As kids and grown-ups squealed, they closed their eyes. In moments, Bill stuffed gift bags into their hidden containers. "Ta-daa! Presents Ass-GONE!" Bill cackled before noticing the partygoers' horrified expressions. "I mean, uh, Tadaaa! Presents are behind your BACKS!" Screeching laughter drowned out