"Alright, Bill, this is it," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The ultimate score – a children's party loaded with presents." Bill scratched his head, his brow furrowed. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids? Isn't that going a bit too far?" "Relax, you big softy," Molly chided, elbowing him playfully. "We're not stealing their happiness, just the loot. Besides, think of all those spoiled little brats with their fancy toys and gadgets. They won't even notice a few missing presents." Bill sighed, still looking unconvinced. "If you say so. Just don't blame me if we end up on Santa's naughty list." "Santa?" Molly scoffed. "Please, he's been outsourced to a team of underpaid elves in the North Pole. Now, let's go over the plan one more time." "Alright, alright," Bill acquiesced. "We sneak in during the party, disguised as clowns or something equally ridiculous. Then, when the kids are distracted by the cake and games, we make a beeline for the present table and stuff as many gifts as we can into our oversized pants." Molly grinned. "Exactly! And if anyone tries to stop us, we hit 'em with a pie to the face. Classic comedy gold." "I still think we should've gone with the Santa disguise," Bill grumbled. "At least then we'd have a sleigh for a quick getaway." "And risk getting stuck in a chimney?" Molly shook her head. "No thanks. I'd rather not end up as a cautionary tale on the evening news. Now, let's get this show on the road!" They donned their clown outfits, complete with bright wigs and oversized shoes, and made their way to the party venue, a lavish mansion decked out in festive decorations. Molly sidled up to the front door, ringing the bell with an exaggerated flourish. "Showtime, Bill," she murmured as the door swung open. A stern-faced butler eyed them suspiciously. "Can I help you?" "Why, hello there, good sir!" Molly boomed, her voice taking on a comically high-pitched tone. "We're the entertainment for the little ones' soiree!" The butler arched an eyebrow but stepped aside. "Very well. The party is in the ballroom. Please try not to make too much of a mess." "No promises!" Bill quipped, earning a sharp jab from Molly's elbow. They entered the ballroom, a riot of colorful decorations and shrieking children. Molly surveyed the scene, her gaze zeroing in on the mountainous pile of presents in the corner. "There's our target," she murmured to Bill. "Now, let's give these kids a show they'll never forget!"