Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dimly lit hideout, a blueprint of the party venue spread out before them. The air was thick with the scent of stale pizza and cheap cologne. "Molly, I'm telling you, this is gonna be a piece of cake," Bill said, his eyes gleaming with mischievous excitement. "Those kids won't even know what hit 'em." Molly arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "A piece of cake, huh? I bet you can't even remember the last time you had a slice." Bill feigned a hurt expression. "Ouch, that's low. Even for you, Molly." She laughed, the sound echoing through the cramped space. "Alright, alright. So, what's the plan, mastermind?" Bill leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Okay, so here's the deal. The party starts at two, which means the kids will be knee-deep in sugar and presents by three. That's when we make our move." Molly nodded, her eyes scanning the blueprint. "And how exactly do we infiltrate a children's party without raising suspicion?" "That's the beauty of it," Bill grinned. "We'll be in disguise, of course. You'll be a clown, and I'll be a magician." "A clown?" Molly scoffed. "You couldn't have picked something a little less terrifying?" "Hey, it's the perfect cover," Bill protested. "Who's gonna suspect a clown of stealing presents?" Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, I'll be a clown. But I'm not wearing those ridiculous shoes." "Deal," Bill agreed. "Now, once we're inside, you'll create a distraction while I sneak into the back room where they're keeping the presents." "What kind of distraction are we talking about here?" Molly asked, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, you know, the usual. Juggling, balloon animals, maybe a bit of slapstick comedy. Keep the kids occupied while I work my magic." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose, a headache already forming. "This has disaster written all over it." "Relax, it'll be fine," Bill assured her. "Once I've got the presents, I'll give you the signal, and we'll make our escape. Easy peasy." "And what, pray tell, is the signal?" Molly asked, dreading the answer. Bill's grin widened. "I'll honk a clown nose." Molly stared at him for a long moment, then burst out laughing. "We're gonna get caught, aren't we?" "Nah," Bill said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "We're a team, Molly. The dynamic duo. The unstoppable force. We've got this." She leaned into him, a smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, let's do this. But if I end up in a tiny car with thirty other clowns, I'm coming for you." Bill laughed, squeezing her shoulder. "Wouldn't dream of it, partner. Let's go make some kids cry." The two thieves stood up, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, ready to pull off the most ridiculous heist of their careers.