Molly nodded enthusiastically as she poured herself a cup of lukewarm coffee from the motel room vending machine. Bill, sprawled out on the bed, watched her with a skeptical eye. "Seriously, Molly, you think this is the best plan we've got?" Bill asked, his voice laced with doubt. "Stealing presents from a bunch of screaming kids? It's got 'career-ending' written all over it." Molly's grin never wavered. "Come on, Bill, it's not just about the presents. It's about the art, the technique, the sheer audacity of it all." "Yeah, and what if we get caught? We're not exactly the Chases we used to be." Bill rubbed his temples, trying to massage away a growing headache. "You're just scared because you know we're going to get away with a small fortune's worth of toys and games," Molly said, eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll get caught and end up on the news for 'Most Creative Use of Glitter Bomb as Distraction'," Bill muttered. Molly laughed, a throaty sound that sent Bill's eyes rolling. "That's the best part! We'll be the stuff of legend, Bill. The pair who pulled off the Great Kids' Party Caper. I'm already working on the headline copy." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're editing the local paper in your dreams, Molly." A high-pitched giggle interrupted them. The front desk clerk, a pert young woman with a name tag that read 'Bertha', was hovering in the doorway, eyes shining with admiration. "Oh, I love your costumes! You guys are just like the actors from that famous movie! Are you in a reenactment or something?" Molly exchanged a quick glance with Bill, both of them grinning simultaneously. "Oh no, no, no," Bill said, holding up his hands in mock horror. "We're not in costume. We're, uh, professional... party entertainers. Yeah, that's it. We're here to make the children's parties more... exciting." Bertha's eyes widened. "Oh, that's so cool! My little cousin is having a party next week. Can I get you guys to do a show for them?" Molly leaned in, a conspiratorial whisper escaping her lips. "Sorry, hon, but we're booked solid. Between you and me, we're about to steal their presents. But hey, if you're looking for some pro party entertainment, I heard that creepy clown from down the hall is available." Bertha's face fell, and Bill hastily intervened, tucking the remote control under the pillow. "No no, no, Bertha. We meant... uh... we're not booked. At all. Ever. Trust us on this one." The night air fell silent as the unlikely trio paused, Bill hoping Molly's hare-brained scheme wouldn't land them in a whole heap of trouble, and Bertha backing away with an increasingly confused look on her face.