Molly rummaged through the dusty old costume shop, her bright pink hair a stark contrast to the faded wigs and sequined vests surrounding her. Bill, her partner in crime, leaned against a shelf, surveying their potential disguises. "I think we need to go as clowns, Molly," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Molly raised an eyebrow. "You want to make a mockery of these children's special day? I'm good with that." Bill chuckled. "That's the spirit. We'll be the most memorable clowns they've ever had. Now, which one should we go with?" Molly held up a bright orange wig, complete with a built-in nose. "I think this one suits me." Bill shook his head. "You'll stick out like a sore thumb. Or, in this case, a bright orange wig. I was thinking something more... subtle." Molly scowled. "Subtle? We're going to steal all the presents. We're not exactly going for stealth." Bill shrugged. "Still, I think we can blend in a bit more. How about this one?" He held up a white face paint with a sad clown design. Molly sighed. "Fine, but only if I get to be the one who makes balloon animals." Bill grinned. "Deal." As they applied their makeup, Molly continued to voice her concerns. "I don't know, Bill. This is a lot of risk for a bunch of kid's toys. What if we get caught?" Bill scoffed. "We're not going to get caught. We're professionals. We've stolen from the most secure museums in the country. What's a children's party compared to that?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Well, for one thing, there are no priceless artifacts, but there are a lot of sugar-high kids with a strong sense of justice. Not exactly the most intimidating combination." Bill snorted. "Sugar-high kids? We can handle them. We'll just give them a few extra balloon animals and they'll be our best friends." Molly shook her head. "You're not exactly the most convincing clown, Bill. I'm not sure we should be relying on your charm to get us out of this." Bill grinned, his face paint gleaming in the dim light of the costume shop. "Don't worry, I have a plan. We'll distract the kids with a magic show while you make a quick getaway with the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A magic show? You can't even do a decent card trick." Bill winked. "Hey, that's not fair. I'm a great magician. I've got a whole routine worked out." Molly sighed. "I'm doomed." As they finished their preparations, Molly couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Breaking into a children's party was not exactly the most noble heist, but she trusted Bill to come through. Mostly. "Alright, let's get in there and steal some presents," Bill said, his voice dripping with excitement. Molly nodded, her heart not quite as enthused. "And try not to give too many of the kids nightmares, okay?" Bill chuckled. "I make no promises, Molly."