"Bill, are you sure about this?" Molly asked, adjusting her pink and purple unicorn costume in the mirror. "Stealing presents from a children's party? That's gotta be low even for us." "Molly, honey," Bill replied, straightening his red clown wig in the same mirror, "Trust me on this one. You know how much the richies spoil their brats these days. Besides, with these outfits, we'll blend right in. No one will suspect a thing." Molly sighed, "Alright, but I still think we should've gone for the jewelry store next week." "Well, we needed a quick score and this is it, alright?" Bill snapped back. "Now, here's the plan. The birthday girl, little miss Divinity-has-too-many-diamonds, she's gonna be distracted by her clown and pony show in about 15 minutes. That's when we make our move. You distract the parents with your 'unicorn magic' routine, while I sneak into the gazebo and grab the presents." "Excuse me, Bill, but what's my percentage in this heist?" "Molly, as the mastermind, I get 60%. You get 40%, alright? It's split down the middle...way down the middle." Molly scoffed, "Fine, but you better not try any funny business." "Me? Funny business? I'm insulted," Bill said, a grin peeking through his clown makeup. They arrived at the opulent mansion where the party was