Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering through the leaves at the chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and a clown was attempting to juggle, much to the delight of the giggling crowd. "Bill, are you sure about this?" Molly whispered, her eyes darting between the cake table and the pile of brightly wrapped presents. "Absolutely," Bill replied, adjusting his cap. "Think of it as a redistribution of joy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Redistribution? We're stealing from kids." "Borrowing," Bill corrected with a grin. "We'll give them back. Eventually." Molly sighed, glancing at the clown who had now tripped over his own oversized shoes. "And how do you propose we get past that?" Bill chuckled. "Simple. We blend in." "Blend in? We're not exactly dressed for a party," Molly pointed out, gesturing to their all-black attire. "Details, details," Bill waved off her concern. "We just need a distraction." Molly considered this, then nodded towards the clown. "How about we let him do the work?" Bill followed her gaze and smirked. "Perfect. While he's busy being a disaster, we swoop in." Molly shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "This is the worst plan ever." "Exactly," Bill said, eyes twinkling. "So bad, it just might work."