Molly peered through the brightly colored banners, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Bill, this is it. The mother lode of kiddie loot." Bill grinned, adjusting his oversized clown shoes. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. Breaking into a children's party. What has our life come to?" Molly smirked, her fingers itching to grab the nearest present. "Desperate times, my friend. Besides, think of it as a public service." Bill raised a bushy eyebrow. "How's that?" "Well, think about it. We're redistributing wealth. These spoiled brats don't need all these toys. We can give them to kids who really need them." Bill chuckled. "Nice spin, Molly. But let's not get caught up in our own delusions. We're in it for the money." Molly rolled her eyes. "Of course, Bill. But can't we have a little fun while we're at it?" She glanced around the party, taking in the bouncy castle, the face-painting station, and the towering birthday cake. "Okay, here's the plan. You create a distraction by causing a commotion at the cake table. I'll swoop in and grab as many presents as possible." Bill rubbed his hands together. "Distraction? I was born for this." As Bill lumbered towards the cake, Molly took a deep breath and prepared to make her move. This was going to be one unforgettable party.