Molly checked her watch, a sleek, silver number that was more tool than fashion. "We're on a tight schedule, Bill. Gotta pull this off before the piñata gets whacked." Bill adjusted his Santa hat, a last-minute addition to their clown costumes. "Right, timing's everything in this gig, Mol. But how we gonna tell the good presents from the bad?" Molly pulled a small scanner from her oversized pocket. "This bad boy reads the future. We only grab the ones that'll be worth something in a few years. Think, limited edition toys, that sort of thing." Bill whistled. "You're a genius, Mol. But what about the kids? They're gonna be all over us like flies on a popsicle." Molly grinned. "We're clowns, Bill. We blend. Besides, who's gonna suspect a couple of clowns at a kids' party?" Bill nodded, the bell on his hat tinkling. "True. But what if they ask us to do clown stuff? I can't juggle for nuts." Molly patted his arm. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, let's focus on getting in, getting out, and making this the most memorable party... for us." Bill chuckled. "You got a one-track mind, Molly." Molly winked. "And it's filled with the best heists a thief could dream of. Now, let's go make some kids happy... and us richer."