The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm golden glow over the rooftops. Molly and Bill sat perched on an old fire escape, casually discussing their next heist. Their target: a children's party at the local community center. The haul: all the presents, of course. "So, Molly," Bill said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "how do you want to play this?" Molly pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing as she considered their options. "Well, Bill, we can't exactly march in there wearing our cat burglar outfits. That would raise some eyebrows." Bill chuckled softly. "You're right about that. We need a disguise. Something that blends in but still gives us the freedom to move around and grab the goods." Molly snapped her fingers. "I've got it! We'll dress up as clowns!" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Clowns? Are you serious?" "Absolutely," Molly replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Who would suspect a couple of harmless clowns at a children's party?" Bill shook his head, grinning. "You've got a point there. Alright, clown disguises it is. Now, how do we get inside?" Molly consulted her phone, checking the details of the party. "It starts at 7 PM. We'll show up a few minutes early and offer to entertain the kids. With any luck, they'll be so excited to see us that they won't even notice when we start swiping their presents." Bill nodded, his mind already racing with the details of their plan. "Once we're inside, we'll need to work quickly. We can't risk any of the parents getting suspicious." "Agreed," Molly said, standing up and brushing off her pants. "Let's get moving. We've got a heist to pull off!" They made their way through the city streets, heading toward the community center. As they approached, they could hear the sound of children's laughter and music spilling out into the night. "Showtime," Molly whispered, cracking her knuckles. Bill nodded, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. They stepped through the door, and the image of two clowns greeted the unsuspecting partygoers. The children squealed with delight, running up to the clowns and tugging on their oversized pants. "Look, Mommy! It's a clown!" one little girl cried out. The parents exchanged glances, obviously relieved to have some additional entertainment for their kids. "Thank you so much for coming!" one of the mothers gushed, ushering them further into the room. Molly and Bill smiled and waved at the children, doing their best to look friendly and approachable. As they made their way through the crowd, they casually scooped up some of the wrapped presents from the gift table, expertly concealing them beneath their baggy costumes. "We've got maybe five minutes before someone starts to notice the presents are missing," Molly whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Bill nodded, his eyes darting around the room as he searched for any more valuables. His gaze fell on a beautifully decorated cake at the far end of the table. "Sweet tooth for the win," he muttered, quickly swiping the cake knife and tucking it into his oversized pocket. Molly chuckled softly. "Nice catch. Let's get out of here before they realize we're not real clowns." They made their way back through the throng of children, offering farewells and waving goodbye. As they slipped out the door, they could hear the parents thanking them profusely for their entertainment. Outside, Molly and Bill removed their clown disguises, stashing them in a nearby dumpster. They looked at each other and grinned, the thrill of their successful heist coursing through them. "Another job well done," Molly said, patting Bill on the back. Bill grinned. "Indeed. Now, let's get out of here before someone realizes their presents have gone missing." They disappeared into the night, their hearts racing with the adrenaline of their daring heist. The children's party may have been a strange target, but Molly and Bill had proven once again that they were the most skilled thieves in the city.