Molly, a seasoned thief with a mischievous grin, leaned against the brick wall of the rundown building, scrutinizing a colorful flyer. "Listen to this, Bill," she said, holding it up. "Birthday extravaganza at the Mayor's mansion. Hundreds of presents up for grabs." Bill, a lanky man with a knack for lock-picking, raised an eyebrow. "You want to steal from kids, Molly? Really?" Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not about the kids, Bill. It's about the loot. And think about the chaos! A children's party? Perfect cover." Bill rubbed his chin, considering. "Alright, but we'll need a plan. A good one. We can't just waltz in and grab the presents." Molly's face lit up. "Leave that to me. I've got an idea. You remember how we swiped that painting from the gallery?" Bill chuckled. "The old 'clown distraction' trick?" "Exactly!" Molly said, grinning. "But this time, we'll be the entertainment. Clowns, magicians, whatever it takes." Bill groaned. "You're kidding, right? Me, in a clown costume?" Molly laughed. "Come on, Bill. It'll be a hoot. And just think about the look on the Mayor's face when he realizes we've stolen all the presents right under his nose."