Molly, perched on the edge of a dumpster, scanned the brightly lit house across the street. "Alright, Bill, you ready for this?" Bill, hidden behind a bush, adjusted his oversized clown nose. "As ready as I'll ever be. You sure about this, Molly? Stealing from kids?" Molly rolled her eyes. "We're not stealing from the kids, we're stealing from their parents. There's a difference." Bill sighed, his red suspenders stretching with the movement. "I guess. But I still feel like a jerk." Molly jumped down, landing softly on the pavement. "You're a thief, Bill. You're supposed to feel like a jerk." She pulled out a small device, pressing a button that emitted a high-pitched squeal. "That should take care of the security system." Bill winced. "You couldn't just hack into it?" Molly grinned. "Where's the fun in that?" They crossed the street, Molly leading the way. She paused at the gate, listening. "Coast is clear." Bill pushed the gate open, the hinges creaking softly. "You know, for a kids' party, they've got a pretty fancy setup." Molly shrugged. "Rich parents. They want to impress the other kids." They slipped into the backyard, the sound of laughter and music filtering through the open windows. Molly pointed towards the present table. "That's our target." Bill nodded, his clown shoes squeaking softly on the grass. "Alright, let's do this." Molly pulled out a set of lock picks, kneeling in front of the French doors. "You know, I've always wondered. Why the clown getup?" Bill chuckled. "It's a disguise, Molly. No one expects the thief to be the clown." Molly snorted, the lock clicking open. "Right. Because thieves are always so predictable." She pushed the door open, and they slipped inside. The living room was filled with kids, their faces painted, balloons floating overhead. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance, then Bill stepped forward, his voice booming out. "And who are all these wonderful children?" The kids cheered, and Molly rolled her eyes, moving towards the present table. She started stuffing gifts into her bag, her eyes scanning the room. Bill, meanwhile, was in full clown mode, making balloon animals and telling jokes. Molly watched him, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know, you're actually pretty good at this." Bill grinned, twisting a balloon into a dog. "I told you, Molly. I'm a man of many talents." Molly laughed, zipping up her bag. "Alright, let's get out of here." They slipped out the way they came in, the sound of laughter fading behind them. As they walked down the street, Bill pulled off his clown nose, sighing in relief. "You know, for a moment there, I almost forgot we were thieves." Molly grinned. "That's the spirit, Bill. Now let's go cash in on our ill-gotten gains." And with that, they disappeared into the night, leaving behind a backyard full of happy children and a present table noticeably lighter.