Molly, stuffed into a too-tight clown costume, grimaced as she adjusted her red nose. "Bill, are you sure about this? Stealing from a kid's party seems a bit... low." Bill, dressed as a rather lumpy magician, shrugged. "Molly, it's not about the kids. It's about the parents. They're all loaded, and they bring the best presents. We're just... redistributing wealth." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Redistributing? Since when did you become Robin Hood?" Bill grinned, pulling a wand from his sleeve. "Since I found out the party planner is my ex-wife. She owes me big time. Plus, these presents are insured. Everyone wins." Molly sighed, checking her watch. "Alright, but we do this quick and clean. No making the kids cry, agreed?" Bill saluted. "Scout's honor. In and out. They'll never know it was us." Molly rolled her eyes. "You were never a scout, Bill. Now, let's get this show on the road."