Molly, stuffed into a pin-striped suit, frowned at the invitation. "Bill, are you sure about this? A children's party heist?" Bill, adjusting his oversized red bowtie, grinned. "Molly, it's genius! Who suspects a clown and a magician?" "But stealing presents? That's low, even for us." "Think of it as... redistributing joy." Bill winked. "Besides, these kids have more toys than they know what to do with." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what's our escape plan? Juggle our way out?" Bill chuckled, "We'll create a distraction. I'll start a food fight, you make the presents vanish." Molly sighed, but a smirk played at the corners of her mouth. "Only you, Bill, could turn a kids' party into a crime scene." Bill beamed. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go make some... 'mischief'." With a laugh, they headed towards the party, ready to pull off the most unconventional heist of their careers.