Molly and Bill sat hunched over a grimy table in a dingy bar, surrounded by the low murmurs of patrons nursing their drinks. The only light came from the flickering neon sign outside the window, casting an eerie glow over their faces. Molly leaned in close, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "So, here's the plan. We hit the party during the magic show. While everyone's distracted, we swoop in and grab the presents." Bill raised an eyebrow, taking a swig of his beer. "And just how do we get into the party? Walk in like we own the place?" Molly smirked. "Nah, that's too obvious. We'll need a disguise. I've got it covered, don't worry." She reached into her bag and pulled out two bright yellow t-shirts with cartoon clown faces on them. Bill groaned. "You're kidding, right? I am not wearing that." Molly rolled her eyes. "Come on, Bill. It's for the greater good. Besides, it'll be hilarious." Bill sighed, resigned. "Fine, but if anyone recognizes me, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, let's go over the details. The party starts at 2pm sharp. We'll need to be in place by 1:45 to scope out the area and make sure there are no unexpected surprises." Bill nodded, pulling out a small notebook and pen. "Got it. Any idea where the presents will be kept?" Molly shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. We'll have to wing it once we're inside. But I do know that the magic show starts at 2:30, so we'll have a solid half hour to snatch the loot and get out before anyone notices." Bill furrowed his brow. "What if we get caught?" Molly scoffed. "Please. Have I ever led you astray before?" Bill thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I guess not." Molly smiled, patting him on the back. "That's the spirit. Now, let's go over the route one more time before we head out." They spent the next few minutes poring over a map of the neighborhood, tracing their intended path with their fingers. Molly pointed out possible escape routes and Bill noted down any potential obstacles. Finally, Molly checked her watch. "It's time. Let's go get those presents." They stood up, pulling on their clown t-shirts and slicking back their hair. Bill winced as he looked at himself in the mirror behind the bar. "I can't believe I agreed to this," he muttered. Molly laughed, linking her arm through his. "Come on, Bill. Let's go make some kids cry." They stepped out into the bright sunlight, blinking against the glare. Molly led the way, her step confident and sure. Bill followed behind, trying to ignore the curious stares of passersby. As they approached the party venue, they could hear the excited chatter of children and the sound of music. Molly glanced at Bill, her eyes shining with mischief. "Ready?" she whispered. Bill hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Let's do this." They slipped in through the back entrance, unnoticed amidst the chaos of the party. Molly scanned the room, her eyes zeroing in on a massive pile of presents in the corner. "There it is," she breathed. "Let's move." They edged closer to the presents, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. But just as they were about to make their move, a shrill voice rang out. "Hey, you two! What are you doing here?" Molly and Bill froze, turning to see a stern-looking woman glaring at them. Molly quickly recovered, flashing her most charming smile. "We're here to entertain the kids, ma'am. The clown agency sent us." The woman's expression softened slightly. "Oh, well, that's all right then. Just make sure you stay out of trouble." Molly and Bill exchanged a relieved glance, then turned their attention back to the presents. They began filling their bags as quickly and quietly as possible, trying not to draw any more attention to themselves. But just as they were about to make their exit, they heard the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. They looked up to see a group of kids running towards them, their faces alight with excitement. "Look, it's the clowns!" one of them squealed, grabbing onto Molly's leg. "Can you do some magic tricks?" Molly and Bill exchanged a panicked glance, but there was no escaping now. They would have to improvise. "Uh, sure thing, kiddos," Molly said, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket. "Watch closely as I make this handkerchief disappear." She distracted the kids with some clumsy sleight of hand while Bill quickly stuffed the last of the presents into their bags. By the time the kids realized what was happening, Molly and Bill were already halfway out the door. They sprinted down the street, their bags of loot bouncing against their backs. They could hear the distant sounds of shouting and sirens, but they didn't stop until they were safely back at their hideout. Breathless and exhilarated, they collapsed onto the couch, grinning at each other. "We did it," Molly gasped. Bill nodded, still panting. "We sure did. But next time, I pick the disguise." Molly snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. We'll see about that."