Molly and Bill, two seasoned thieves in their shabby van, huddled over a map of a sprawling mansion as they schemed their next heist. Today's target: a children's birthday party, brimming with presents just begging to be liberated. "Alright, Billy boy," Molly said, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief, "our objective is clear. We're breaking into this kid's party and making off with all the loot Santa's left behind." Bill, a burly man with a set of bushy eyebrows, wrinkled his nose. "A kids' party? You sure this is how we wanna spend our afternoon, Molly?" "In and out, ten minutes tops," Molly insisted, jabbing a manicured nail at the map. "The rich folks'll be too distracted by the clown to notice a couple of extra clowns ourselves." "Alright, fine," Bill grumbled, rubbing his stubbly chin. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly flashed him a wicked grin. "Trust me, we'll be in and out before they can even blow out the candles!" Their van screeched to a stop outside the gates of the ostentatious mansion, a veritable wonderland of balloons and streamers. A clown, in full costume and face paint, was twisting balloon animals for the squealing children. "Perfect." Molly winked at Bill as they both donned their disguises: matching clown suits, complete with oversized shoes and red noses. "