Molly sat in her dingy apartment, staring out the window at the brightly colored balloons and streamers decorating the street for the upcoming children's party. Her partner, Bill, burst in through the door, holding a large satchel filled with burglary tools. "Alright, Molly," he said, his voice full of excitement, "today's the day we pull off the biggest heist of our careers." Molly smirked, adjusting her worn-out hat. "And what exactly is today's heist, Bill? Stealing candy from a baby?" Bill chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Even better. We're hitting a kids' party and making off with all the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, right? That's practically stealing from innocent children." "Innocent children? Molly, these kids will never remember their gifts were taken. And think of the profit - toys, video games, you name it. It's like hitting the jackpot." Molly hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the daring heist. Finally, she shrugged and stood up, ready to face the challenge. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this." As they made their way to the party, Molly and Bill discussed their plan of attack. They would sneak in disguised as clowns, creating a distraction by performing silly tricks and jokes to draw the children's attention away from the presents. Meanwhile, Bill would quietly gather up all the gifts and stash them in their getaway vehicle. The plan was going smoothly at first. Molly and Bill had successfully blended in with the other party entertainers, and the children were eagerly laughing and cheering as they watched the clowns perform. But then, something unexpected happened - one of the parents noticed Bill suspiciously loitering near the pile of presents. "Hey, who are you?" the parent demanded, her voice trembling with anger. "What are you doing near the gifts?" Bill tried to play it cool, but his nerves were fraying. "Oh, um, I'm just... um... making sure everything's safe, ma'am. I saw someone lurking around earlier, and I didn't want anything to happen to the kids' presents." The parent didn't look convinced, and her gaze grew more suspicious by the second. Molly, sensing that their cover was about to be blown, quickly stepped in to divert the parent's attention. "Bill, we've got to go," she whispered urgently, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the presents. "Quickly, before they catch us." As they made their escape, Molly and Bill couldn't help but laugh nervously at their narrow escape. They may not have succeeded in stealing all the presents, but they had certainly lived up to their reputation as masterful thieves. "Close call," Molly breathed, climbing into their getaway car. "But we'll get 'em next time, Bill. Just you wait." Bill grinned, adjusting his clown makeup in the rearview mirror. "Absolutely, Molly. And next time, we'll be more careful." With that, they sped off into the night, already planning their next big heist. After all, they were thieves - and that's what they did best.