Molly's eyes darted back and forth as she peeked through the tinted windows of the van. "Alright, Bill, it's showtime. You ready for this?" Bill let out a nervous chuckle, adjusting his ski mask. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. A children's party, though? Isn't that a bit low, even for us?" "Low?" Molly scoffed. "This is a goldmine, my friend. Think about it – a room full of spoiled brats, each one expecting a mountain of presents. We'll be swimming in loot!" Bill scratched his head. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids just seems wrong, you know?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Since when did you grow a conscience? We're professionals, Bill. This is what we do." "I know, I know," Bill conceded. "It's just... well, what if one of them recognizes us? We'll be the most wanted criminals in the country – public enemy number one for every single kid!" "Relax, would you?" Molly reassured him. "We'll be in and out before they can even blink. Besides, with these disguises, not even their parents would recognize us." Bill eyed Molly's oversized clown costume skeptically. "If you say so. But how are we going to get in there without arousing suspicion?" Molly grinned mischievously. "Leave that to me. I've got a foolproof plan." Moments later, Molly emerged from the van, a giant plastic sack slung over her shoulder. She waddled towards the entrance of the quaint suburban home, her oversized shoes making squeaking noises with every step. As she approached the front door, a young boy opened it, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the clown. "Mommy, mommy! The clown's here!" Molly waved enthusiastically, honking her bulbous red nose. "Why, hello there, little fella! I heard there was a party going on, and I just couldn't resist joining in the fun!" The boy's mother appeared, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "A clown? I don't remember hiring a clown." "Oh, it must have been a surprise!" Molly exclaimed, her voice pitched high and cartoonish. "The more the merrier, right?" Before the mother could protest, a horde of children came rushing towards the door, their eyes wide with excitement. "A clown! A clown!" they chanted, jumping up and down. The mother sighed, seemingly resigned to the unexpected guest. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a little extra entertainment. Come on in, then." Molly grinned triumphantly as she stepped inside, her sack dragging behind her. "Thank you, thank you! You won't be disappointed, folks. This is going to be the best party ever!" As she made her way towards the living room, where the presents were piled high, Molly shot a quick wink towards the van parked across the street. Bill watched in disbelief, shaking his head. "Unbelievable," he muttered to himself. "She actually pulled it off."