"Molly, are we really about to rob a children's party?" Bill asked, adjusting his too-small clown wig. "Bill, my dear," Molly replied, applying a final touch of red to her rubber nose, "We're not robbing them. We're... redistributing wealth, one birthday present at a time." Bill raised an eyebrow, or tried to, under the weight of his wig. "Redistributing wealth? To who? Us?" Molly chuckled, "Well, yes, but think of it as a service. We're teaching these kids an important life lesson." "Oh? And what's that?" Bill asked, skepticism dripping from his tone. "That not everything in life comes easy," Molly explained, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Sometimes, you have to work for it. Or in our case, they have to work for it. After we're done, they'll appreciate their gifts more." Bill sighed, "Molly, you have a unique way of justifying things." "And you, Bill, have a unique talent for balloon animals," Molly retorted, handing him a balloon, "Now, let's get to work. The party's about to start." Bill took the balloon, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips, "Alright, Molly. Let's give these kids a birthday they'll never forget."