"Molly, my dear," Bill said, twirling a lollipop between his fingers, "We've got ourselves a job of a lifetime." Molly raised an eyebrow, leaning against the rusty old van they called home. "A job? At a kids' party? Bill, we're thieves, not clowns." Bill chuckled, the sound echoing in the deserted alleyway. "Oh, but Molly, we're not there for the giggles. We're there for the goods." "Goods?" Molly asked, confusion etched on her face. "You mean... the presents?" Bill grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Precisely. A room full of innocent children, too occupied with cake and games to notice us slipping away with their loot." Molly snorted. "And how do we blend in? Dress up as the entertainment?" Bill wiggled his eyebrows. "Bingo. I've got a clown suit with your name on it." Molly groaned. "Bill, I've told you before. I have a thing about clowns." Bill shrugged, popping the lollipop into his mouth. "Then be a magician. Or a fairy. The point is, Molly, we're going to pull off the most hilarious heist of our lives." Molly sighed, but a smirk tugged at her lips. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this. But I'm drawing the line at balloon animals."