Molly drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, eyeing the brightly decorated house across the street. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the faint sound of children's laughter drifted through the air. She turned to her partner in crime, Bill, who was slouched in the passenger seat, fiddling with his fake mustache. "You sure about this, Bill? Stealing from kids seems a bit low, even for us." Bill snorted, adjusting his disguise. "Come on, Molly. These are rich brats. They've got more toys than they know what to do with. We're practically doing them a favor." "If you say so," Molly sighed, reaching for her own disguise – a garish clown wig. "Run me through the plan one more time." "It's simple," Bill said, puffing out his chest. "We go in as the entertainment. You do your clown act, I'll be the magician. While you've got the kids distracted, I'll scope out where they're keeping the presents." "And then what? We can't exactly stuff a bunch of wrapped gifts into our pockets." Bill rolled his eyes. "That's where the magic comes in, my dear Molly. I'll make the presents 'disappear' right into our getaway van." "Clever," Molly admitted grudgingly. "But what if someone catches on?" "That's where your famous cream pie trick comes in handy. Nothing says 'innocent clown' like splattering someone with whipped cream." Molly chuckled despite herself. "Fair enough. But what about the parents? They're bound to be suspicious of two random entertainers showing up." "Already taken care of," Bill said smugly. "I called ahead, pretending to be from the party planning company. Said there was a mix-up and they were sending us as a complimentary upgrade." "Impressive," Molly nodded. "You've really thought this through." "Of course I have. Now, are you ready to make some kids cry?" Molly hesitated. "I don't know, Bill. Maybe we should reconsider. There are plenty of other targets that don't involve ruining a child's birthday." Bill sighed dramatically. "Molly, Molly, Molly. Where's your sense of adventure? Think of it as a character-building experience for the little tykes. They'll learn that life isn't fair and that you can't trust anyone – not even clowns and magicians." "That's a pretty bleak outlook, Bill." "Hey, we're doing them a favor. Better they learn it now than later in life when the stakes are higher." Molly shook her head, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" "It's part of my charm," Bill winked. "Now, let's go steal some presents and crush some dreams!" As they stepped out of the car, Molly couldn't help but laugh. "You know, Bill, sometimes I wonder why I agreed to be your partner." "Because I'm dashingly handsome and irresistibly charismatic?" "No, I think it's because you make me laugh. Even when we're about to do something utterly ridiculous and morally questionable." Bill grinned, offering her his arm. "That's the spirit! Now, shall we go spread some misery and mayhem?" Molly took his arm, shaking her head in amusement. "Lead the way, you devious bastard." And with that, the unlikely duo sauntered towards the unsuspecting birthday party, ready to pull off their most audacious heist yet.