Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peeking through the gaps at the bustling children's party across the lawn. Clowns performed tricks, kids giggled, and the sound of party horns filled the air. "Molly, this is crazy. We're stealing presents from kids!" Bill whispered, eyes wide. "Relax, Bill. Think of it as a redistribution of joy," Molly grinned, tapping her nose. "Redistribution? We’re taking their toys!" Bill shook his head, incredulous. "And giving them to ourselves. It’s poetic," Molly chuckled, surveying the scene. "Look at that big one. Probably a remote-control car." "Or a lifetime supply of disappointment," Bill muttered. "How do we even get in?" "We blend in. Act like we belong." Molly pulled two party hats from her backpack, sticking one on Bill's head. "You think this will work?" Bill asked, adjusting the hat. "Better than robbing a bank in clown shoes," Molly retorted. "Good point," Bill conceded. "What's the plan once we're in?" "Simple. You distract them with the limbo stick game. I grab the presents," Molly explained, eyes twinkling. "You really think that'll fool them?" Bill's skepticism showed. "Kids are easy. Distract them with candy and games, you can steal their dreams," Molly said confidently. "If this goes wrong, we’re clowns for life," Bill sighed. "Exactly. So let’s put on a show. Ready?" Molly smiled, giving a thumbs-up. "As ready as I’ll ever be," Bill said, bracing himself. They stood up, adjusting their costumes, and walked confidently toward the party, butterflies in their stomachs, ready for the ridiculous heist.