"Bill, are you sure this is the right address?" Molly whispered, peering through the bushes at the brightly decorated house. "Of course, I'm sure," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "I double-checked the invitation. It's little Timmy's birthday party, and those presents are practically begging to be liberated." "Timmy's birthday party," Molly repeated, shaking her head. "I can't believe we're doing this. Stealing from kids? Really?" "Hey, it's not like we're taking candy from babies," Bill said, rolling his eyes. "We're just... redistributing the wealth. Think of it as a Robin Hood operation." "Robin Hood didn't steal birthday presents," Molly pointed out, crossing her arms. "And he definitely didn't wear a ski mask." "Details, details," Bill muttered. "Now, do you have the distraction ready?" Molly held up a small, colorful box. "Yep. One fake clown nose, ready to go. You sure this will work?" "Trust me," Bill said with a grin. "Kids love clowns. You put this on, do a little dance, and they'll be so distracted they won't even notice me sneaking in." "Fine," Molly sighed, slipping the clown nose into her pocket. "But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Bill said, giving her a thumbs-up. "Now, let's synchronize our watches. On my mark... three, two, one, go!" Molly took a deep breath and marched up to the front door, ringing the bell. A moment later, a harried-looking woman answered, her eyes widening at the sight of Molly's clown nose. "Hi there!" Molly said brightly, doing her best to sound cheerful. "I'm Bubbles the Clown, here to entertain the kids!" "Oh, thank goodness," the woman said, ushering her inside. "The kids have been bouncing off the walls. Come in, come in!" Molly stepped inside, glancing around at the chaos. Children were running everywhere, screaming and laughing. She spotted the pile of presents in the corner and gave a subtle nod to Bill, who was lurking by the window. "Alright, kids!" Molly called out, clapping her hands. "Who wants to see some magic tricks?" The children gathered around, their eyes wide with excitement. Molly pulled out a deck of cards and started performing simple tricks, keeping their attention focused on her. Meanwhile, Bill slipped in through the back door, moving stealthily towards the presents. He grabbed a large sack and started stuffing it with brightly wrapped boxes, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "Hey, Bubbles!" one of the kids shouted. "Can you make a balloon animal?" "Sure thing!" Molly replied, pulling out a balloon and twisting it into a lopsided dog. "Ta-da!" The kids cheered, and Molly glanced over at Bill, who was almost done. He gave her a thumbs-up, and she nodded. "Alright, kids," Molly said, "I have to go now, but I'll leave you with one last trick!" She pulled out a handful of confetti and threw it into the air, creating a colorful distraction. The kids squealed with delight, and Molly used the moment to slip out the door. Bill was already outside, the sack of presents slung over his shoulder. "Let's go!" he hissed, and they took off running down the street. "That was too easy," Molly panted, glancing back at the house. "I can't believe it worked." "Never underestimate the power of a good clown nose," Bill said with a grin. "Now, let's get out of here before anyone notices." As they disappeared into the night, the sounds of the children's laughter faded behind them, and Molly couldn't help but laugh herself. "You know, Bill, sometimes I think we're the real clowns." "Maybe," Bill said, chuckling. "But at least we're clowns with a sack full of presents."