Molly adjusted her wig in the dimly lit alleyway, glancing over at Bill who was fiddling with a small, electronic device. "Are you sure this thing is going to work, Bill?" she whispered, her eyes trained on the colorful banner that read "Happy Birthday!" hanging above the entrance to the party venue. "Of course it's going to work, Molly," Bill replied, not taking his eyes off the device. "I procured this little gadget from the best tech thief in the business. It's going to disable the security system for long enough for us to slip in and grab the presents." "Well, let's hope it works better than that last gizmo you picked up," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "I still have nightmares about those guard dogs chasing us out of that mansion." "Hey, that wasn't my fault!" Bill protested. "I didn't know the mansion was owned by a dog breeder. Besides, we got away with some pretty valuable artwork, didn't we?" Molly sighed. "I suppose. But we can't keep relying on luck. We need to be more careful and thorough in our planning." Bill finally looked up from the device and gave her a confident grin. "Don't worry, Molly. I've got everything under control. Trust me." "I hope so, Bill," Molly said, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Children's parties aren't exactly our usual target. There's bound to be lots of parents around who are going to be extra protective of their little angels and their presents." "That's why we're going in disguised as clowns," Bill reminded her. "No one will suspect a thing." "I still feel ridiculous in this outfit," Molly muttered, tugging at her oversized polka dot dress. "You look great," Bill said, his eyes twinkling. "Besides, the kids will love you. You're a natural entertainer." Molly couldn't help but laugh. "You're just saying that because you're the one who has to do the balloon animals." Bill groaned. "Don't remind me. I've been practicing all week, and I still can't seem to get the hang of it." "Well, we'd better get in there before the presents are all opened," Molly said, checking her watch. "Ready?" Bill nodded and flipped a switch on the device. A small green light blinked on, and he gave Molly the thumbs up. "Okay, let's go," Molly whispered, tapping on her red clown nose. They walked casually towards the entrance, trying to blend in with the other party guests. But just as they were about to slip inside, a burly security guard stepped in front of them. "Hey! What do you two think you're doing?" he demanded. Molly and Bill exchanged a panicked look. "Uh, we're the entertainment," Molly said, forcing a smile. "Yeah, see?" Bill added, holding up a handful of balloons. "Balloon animals. For the kids." The security guard narrowed his eyes, looking them up and down. "I wasn't notified about any clowns," he said, his hand moving towards the radio on his belt. "Well, maybe they forgot to tell you," Molly said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But we're definitely here to entertain the kids. Right, Bill?" Bill nodded frantically, and just as the security guard was about to speak, there was a loud crash from the other side of the party venue. "What the hell?" the security guard muttered, turning towards the noise. Molly and Bill didn't hesitate. They slipped past him and quickly made their way to the pile of presents. "Hurry up!" Molly whispered, grabbing as many presents as she could and stuffing them into her oversized bag. Bill was right behind her, his hands moving quickly as he filled his own bag. "Got them all?" Molly asked, her heart racing. "Got 'em!" Bill replied, grinning. They quickly made their way back to the entrance, trying to avoid the attention of the party guests. But just as they were about to slip out, a small child tugged on Molly's dress. "Hey, clown lady! You forgot to make me a balloon animal!" Molly's heart sank. She couldn't leave a child disappointed, especially not on their birthday. She knelt down and quickly fashioned a balloon dog, handing it to the child with a smile. "Here you go, sweetie," she said. "Happy birthday." The child's face lit up, and Molly couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. "Come on, Molly! Let's go!" Bill hissed, tugging on her arm. They slipped out of the party and back into the alleyway, their hearts pounding. "We did it," Molly said, grinning. "We sure did," Bill replied. "Children's parties may not be our usual target, but I've got to say, that was one of the most fun heists I've ever been on." Molly laughed. "Thanks, Bill. And thanks for being such a great partner in crime." "Anytime, Molly," Bill said, winking. "Now let's get out of here before anyone notices we've got all the presents." They made their way back to their hideout, their bags full of loot and their spirits high. It had been a successful heist, and as usual, they had managed to pull it off with their signature style and wit. But even as they celebrated, Molly couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She glanced down at the balloon dog in her hand, and a small frown crossed her face. "Hey, Bill?" she said, her voice hesitant. "Yeah?" Bill replied. "Do you ever feel like maybe we're not the good guys?" Bill looked at her for a moment, then let out a deep laugh. "Molly, my dear, we're not the good guys. We're thieves. But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun along the way, right?" Molly couldn't help but smile. Maybe he was right. Maybe they weren't the good guys, but they were certainly the most entertaining ones. And as they made their way back to their hideout, Molly couldn't wait to plan their next adventure.