Molly, stuffed into a tiny pink polka-dotted car, scowled at the oversized clown head resting on Bill's lap. "You sure about this, Bill? A children's party?" Bill adjusted the fake red nose, grinning. "Molly, my dear, it's genius. Who suspects a clown and his lovely assistant?" "But stealing presents? That's low, even for us." Molly sighed, flicking a stray pompom on her costume. "Think of it as... redistributing joy." Bill chuckled, patting the clown head. "Besides, these are no ordinary presents. Diamond-crusted yo-yos, solid gold building blocks—these kids are loaded!" Molly raised an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to carry out these 'redistributions' without causing a riot?" Bill's grin widened. "Easy. We replace them with identical, but considerably less valuable, replicas. The kiddies are none the wiser, and we make off like bandits. Literally." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smirk. "Only you, Bill, could turn a kids' party into a heist."