Molly swung the van around the corner, tires squealing. Bill grimaced, clutching the dashboard. "Easy, Molly! We're not in a chase scene." "Relax, Bill. Just a bit of flair." She winked, pulling up to the abandoned warehouse. "Alright, let's go over the plan again." Bill sighed, "We pose as clowns, sneak into the party, locate the presents, and vanish before anyone notices." Molly laughed, "Piece of cake, right? You remember the disguises?" Bill patted the oversized red nose in his pocket. "Got it. Red nose, oversized shoes, the works." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And the 'works'?" "Balloon animals," Bill mumbled, reddening. "Fantastic. I'll handle the distraction, you be the charming one." Molly flashed a grin. "Remember, our goal is the presents, not the birthday cake." "Got it. Cake is for amateurs." She smirked. "Then let's get this show on the road." They donned their clown wigs and exaggerated features. Molly adjusted her polka-dot bow tie, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Bill checked his pockets one last time, making sure the lockpicks were hidden amongst the butterfly clips. "Onwards to glory," he declared, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.