In the grimy, cramped kitchen of their rundown apartment, Molly and Bill hunched over a crudely drawn map, their eyes scanning the layout like generals planning a siege. The target? The lavish birthday party of little Timmy Sterling, son of the city's most ostentatious billionaire. The prize? A mountain of presents rumored to rival Santa's workshop. "Alright, so we enter through the garden," Molly said, tracing a line on the map with her chipped nail polish. "The security is focused on the main gate, so we should be clear." Bill, scratching his stubble, squinted at the map. "What about the clowns, Molly? They're basically an army of pint-sized sentinels. One wrong move and we'll have a battalion of juggling, balloon-twisting maniacs on us." Molly chuckled, "Relax, Bill. We'll avoid the clown patrol. Stick to the bushes, blend with the decorations. In and out, like ninjas." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Ninjas dressed as... clowns?" He held up their 'disguises' - a pair of oversized, neon-colored clown costumes, complete with rainbow wigs and red noses. Molly grinned, "Exactly. Hiding in plain sight, Bill. It's genius." Bill sighed, "If we get caught, I'm telling everyone this was your idea." Molly rolled her eyes, "Fine, fine. Now, once we're inside, we make a beeline for the present table. It's right next to the cake, see?" She pointed at a small square labeled 'Cake Mountain'. Bill nodded, "Okay, but what about the kids? They'll be swarming the place like tiny, sugar-fueled piranhas." Molly smirked, "Easy. We create a diversion. I've got just the thing." She pulled out a small device from her pocket, a mischievous glint in her eye. Bill eyed the device warily. "Molly, is that... a whoopee cushion?" Molly laughed, "Not just any whoopee cushion. It's the Whoopee Cushion 3000. Activate this baby, and every balloon, every inflatable in a 50-foot radius will... pop." Bill's eyes widened. "That's... brilliantly evil, Molly." Molly beamed, "Why, thank you, Bill. Now, let's synchronize our watches. We strike at exactly 3 pm, when the magic show starts. With any luck, we'll be long gone before little Timmy blows out his candles." Bill took a deep breath, "Alright, Molly. Let's do this. Let's steal some joy." Molly punched him playfully on the arm. "That's the spirit, Bill. Now, let's suit up. Time to put on our happy faces." As they donned their ridiculous costumes, Molly and Bill couldn't help but laugh at each other. Despite the absurdity of their plan, they were ready. After all, they were professionals. Professionals dressed as clowns, stealing presents from a child's birthday party. Just another day in the life of Molly and Bill.