Molly and Bill, two seasoned thieves, sat on a park bench outside a luxurious mansion, dressed in their finest children's birthday attire. They were in the middle of planning their most devious heist yet: stealing all the presents from the party inside. The sun was about to set, and the last of the parents were leaving. "All right, Molly. It's go-time," Bill, a lanky man in a tailored clown costume, whispered. "Just remember, you're my lovable yet dimwit assistant, and I'm the hilarious party magician." Molly, a petite woman in an oversized bear costume, rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I got it, Houdini. If I squint really hard, I might even believe you're funny," she quipped. Together, they made their way towards the mansion, blending in with the last of the hired entertainers. The party was in full swing, with screaming children running amok and tired-looking adults sipping on their third glass of mediocre Chardonnay. "You're on, Paddington," Bill said, nudging her fur-clad form with his elbow. "Start distracting the kids while I case the joint." Molly groaned, but she knew her role. She sauntered towards the group of children, waving her paws in the air. "Hey there, little stuffed worms! Paddingbear here has some magical tricks for you!" she announced in her most squeaky, saccharine voice. The kids, like the gullible prey they were, swar