In the grimy, cramped kitchen of their rundown apartment, Molly and Bill huddled over a crudely drawn map, their eyes scanning the layout like generals planning a siege. The target? A children's party. The prize? Presents. "Alright, so the party starts at 1400 hours," Molly said, her voice a low rumble, like a distant thunder warning of an impending storm. She tapped her finger on the map, a rough sketch of a suburban home with a large backyard. Bill, lanky and nervous, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You mean 2 PM, right?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Yes, Bill. 2 PM. We're not storming Normandy, we're raiding a kiddie party." Bill shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, you said '1400 hours.' Just wanted to be sure." Molly ignored him, tracing her finger along the map. "I'll create a distraction at the front door. You sneak in through the back, grab the presents, and we rendezvous at the car." Bill nodded, but his brow furrowed. "What kind of distraction?" Molly grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "I'll be a clown." Bill blinked. "A clown? Molly, you hate clowns." "Exactly," she said, shuddering slightly. "No one will suspect a clown of being a thief. Besides, it's the perfect cover. I can be as obnoxious as I want, and no one will bat an eye." Bill chuckled, imagining Molly, with her stern features and gruff demeanor, dressed as a clown. "You're going to terrify those kids." "Nonsense," Molly scoffed. "I'll be the most charming clown they've ever seen." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You? Charming?" Molly gave him a withering look. "Just be ready to grab the presents and go. And remember, no getting sidetracked by the cake or the ice cream." Bill feigned offense. "I would never—" Molly cut him off with a look. "Last time, you nearly blew our cover because you couldn't resist the chocolate fountain." Bill sighed, a wistful look in his eyes. "It was a really good chocolate fountain." Molly slammed her hand on the table, making Bill jump. "Focus, Bill. This is serious. We need this job to go smoothly. We're not just stealing presents, we're stealing happiness. And that, my friend, is priceless." Bill nodded, a determined look on his face. "You're right. Let's do this. Let's steal some happiness." Molly grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief and excitement. "That's the spirit. Now, let's go find you a suit." Bill's eyes widened. "A suit? For a kids' party?" Molly laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "Not that kind of suit, Bill. A birthday suit." Bill groaned as Molly chuckled, her laughter echoing through the small kitchen. This was going to be an interesting job indeed.