Bill adjusted his ridiculous clown wig and cast a skeptical glance at Molly, who was fiddling with a bunch of oversized, colorful balloons. "Are we seriously doing this? Swiping gifts from a kiddie party? Feels a bit low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes as she tied the last balloon. "Relax, it's a room packed with toddlers. They'll be too busy with the cake and clown—ahem, you—to notice us pilfering a few goodies. Plus, I’ve heard these are no ordinary presents; we're talking latest gaming consoles, deluxe toy sets. Easy money." Bill muttered under his breath, "Yeah, if you don’t count the moral bankruptcy." He frowned at his oversized clown shoes. "And why am I the clown again?" "Face it, Bill, you've got that naturally funny face," Molly chuckled, adjusting her face mask decked out with a digital screen displaying cartoon characters. "All you need to do is keep them laughing." "Fine, but if a single kid cries, I’m out," Bill sighed, resigning to his fate. "Deal. Now, remember, laugh a lot, juggle poorly, and let me handle the magic tricks—that’s where the real trick will be," Molly winked, slipping a tiny screwdriver set into her sleeve.