Molly peered through her binoculars at the colorful banners fluttering in the backyard. "I count at least twenty gifts, Bill. This is gonna be a good haul." Bill fidgeted nervously beside her. "I don't know, Mol. Stealing from kids? Seems kinda low, even for us." "Oh, grow a spine," Molly scoffed. "These brats are probably spoiled rotten anyway. We're doing their parents a favor." "If you say so," Bill mumbled. "What's the plan?" Molly grinned mischievously. "We go in as party entertainers. I'll be a clown, you'll be a magician." "A magician?" Bill groaned. "I don't know any tricks!" "Just wave your hands around and say 'abracadabra' a lot. While you distract them, I'll stuff the presents in my oversized clown pants." Bill sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Relax, partner," Molly said, patting his shoulder. "What could possibly go wrong at a six-year-old's birthday party?" As if on cue, a piercing shriek erupted from the yard, followed by the unmistakable sound of a cake hitting the ground. "On second thought," Molly muttered, "maybe we should sit this one out."