Molly, stuffed into a too-tight clown suit, grimaced at Bill. "Remind me again why we're stealing from kids?" Bill, adjusting his fake mustache, grinned. "Because, my dear Molly, these aren't just any kids. They're the brats of Wall Street's finest. And their 'presents' are insured for more than our last five jobs combined." Molly sighed, tugging at her oversized shoes. "Still feels wrong. And this getup? Really?" "Relax," Bill chuckled, "We're just... redistributing wealth. Besides, who suspects a clown and a magician?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You do remember what happened the last time you tried magic?" Bill waved a hand dismissively. "That fire was completely contained. Now, let's focus. You distract with your... balloon art, and I'll swap the gifts." Molly smirked, pulling out a long, twisted balloon. "Fine. But if I have to make one more poodle, I'm out." Bill laughed, "Deal. Now let's go make some kids... happier. Eventually."