Molly folded the blueprints of the children's party venue and slid them into her back pocket. "Bill, have you got the timings down?" she asked, adjusting her black cap over her fiery red curls. Bill grinned, revealing a chipped tooth. "Yeah, boss, piece of cake. We sneak in at precisely 2:47 pm, just as the magician takes the stage. The parents will be too busy gawking at his tricks, and the kids will be too mesmerized to notice us." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully confident." Bill chuckled. "Hey, if there's one thing I know, it's how to blend in at a children's party. I've got the whole costume ready." "Let me guess, you're going as a clown?" Molly smirked. Bill feigned offense. "What's wrong with clowns? They're the life of the party!" Molly shook her head. "Just make sure you don't scare any of the children. We don't want any tears or tantrums drawing attention to us." Bill nodded, his grin never fading. "I'll be the most lovable clown they've ever seen." "Good. Now, about the presents, we need to be quick and quiet. We don't want to set off any alarms or alert the parents," Molly instructed. "I've already scoped out the gift table," Bill replied. "It's right next to the stage, so we'll have to wait until the magician does his grand finale. That's when we make our move." "Right. We'll have about 30 seconds to grab as many presents as possible and get out. No dawdling," Molly emphasized. Bill saluted. "Got it, boss. In and out like a pair of ninjas." Molly rolled her eyes. "Ninjas wear black, Bill. A clown might not be the most stealthy choice." Bill grinned wider. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Nobody suspects the clown." Molly sighed. "Just make sure you've got enough room in your sack for the haul." Bill patted the large cloth bag slung over his shoulder. "Don't you worry, I've got enough space for a mountain of toys." Molly glanced at her watch. "It's time to move. Remember the plan, and stick together." Bill winked. "You can count on me, boss." As they approached the party venue, Molly couldn't help but feel a hint of unease. As a seasoned thief, she was usually confident in her plans, but something about this heist seemed off. Maybe it was the fact that they were stealing from children, or maybe it was Bill's clown costume that was making her nervous. Shaking off her doubts, Molly slipped into the party, blending in with the crowd of parents and children. She spotted Bill across the room, already drawing attention as he juggled a set of colored balls. The children around him erupted in laughter and applause, their parents watching with amusement. Molly couldn't help but grudgingly admit that Bill was right; nobody suspected the clown. As the magician took the stage, Molly positioned herself near the gift table, her heart pounding in her chest. She mentally counted down the seconds until the grand finale. 3... 2... 1... As the magician vanished in a cloud of smoke, Molly and Bill sprang into action. Moving swiftly and silently, they filled their sacks with presents, their movements practiced and precise. Just as they were about to make their escape, a small voice piped up behind them. "Hey, mister! You're not supposed to take those!" Molly and Bill froze, their hearts sinking as they turned to face the small child who had spotted them. Bill crouched down, his clown mask slipping slightly. "Hey there, little buddy. You see, I'm Santa's special helper, and I need to take these presents to the other children who don't have any." The child's eyes widened, and he nodded, seemingly satisfied with Bill's explanation. Molly breathed a sigh of relief as she and Bill slipped out of the party, their sacks filled with the stolen loot. As they made their way back to their hideout, Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Stealing from children wasn't exactly her idea of a thrilling heist. Bill, however, seemed unfazed. "Hey, look on the bright side, boss. We made those kids' day by giving them the best magician they've ever seen, and we made some other kids' day by giving them presents. It's a win-win!" Molly couldn't help but smirk at Bill's optimism. "Yeah, I guess you're right, Bill. But maybe next time, let's stick to stealing from adults." Bill grinned. "Deal, boss."