Molly, leaning against the grimy alley wall, scrutinized a crumpled party invitation. "A thousand bucks for a six-year-old's birthday bash? These kids today are swimming in caviar while we're stuck eating hot dogs." Bill, her lanky accomplice, peered over her shoulder. "So, what's the plan? We can't just waltz in and grab the presents." "Why not?" Molly grinned. "We'll blend in. I've got a brilliant disguise all planned out." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Last time you said that, I ended up dressed as a giant penguin." "And we pulled off the museum job, didn't we?" Molly retorted. "This time, we're going incognito as... magicians!" "Magicians?" Bill groaned. "Molly, I can barely shuffle a deck of cards, let alone pull a rabbit out of a hat." "Relax, we just need to look the part. I've got a couple of costumes from the thrift store. Besides, everyone will be too focused on the birthday boy to notice us." Bill still looked skeptical. "And how exactly do we, uh, 'liberate' the presents?" Molly held up a small device. "With this little gadget. It's a signal jammer. Once all eyes are on the birthday cake, I'll activate it. No alarms, no calls to the cops. We load up the presents and vanish like a pair of Houdinis." Bill shook his head. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids? It feels... wrong." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. These kids have more toys than they know what to do with. We're just... redistributing the wealth. Think of it as a Robin Hood thing." "Except we're not giving the presents to the poor," Bill pointed out. "Details, details," Molly waved him off. "Look, we need the money, and this is an easy job. In and out, quick and clean. Plus, think of all the happy kids who'll get extra presents from their favorite 'aunts and uncles' this year." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if I have to make one balloon animal—" "Deal," Molly interrupted, extending her hand. Bill shook it reluctantly. "Alright, let's get this show on the road," Molly said, pulling out a worn-out map. "Now, the party is here. We'll park the van around the corner, change into our 'magician' outfits, and—Bill? Bill, are you listening?" Bill was staring at the invitation, a horrified look on his face. "Molly, this is a clown-themed party." Molly's eyes widened. "Oh, hell no. We're not dressing up as clowns." "But you said we need to blend in—" "Forget it, Bill. I'd rather take on a room full of security guards than a horde of screaming kids expecting balloon animals." And with that, their grand plan began to unravel before a single present was stolen.