Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dimly lit hideout, a stacks of children's party invitations strewn before them. Molly picked up a bright pink envelope adorned with glittery unicorns and smirked. "You know, Bill, this might just be our most brilliant heist yet. In and out, with a haul of presents that'll fence for a fortune on the black market. Every kid wants the hottest toy, and we'll have 'em all." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know, Molly. It feels a bit wrong, stealin' from little tykes. Ain't there some code of honor among thieves?" Molly scoffed. "Honor? Please. It's not like we're snatching candy from their grubby little hands. They'll never even know the gifts were there in the first place. And besides, it's not like their parents can't just buy more." Bill sighed, still looking unconvinced. "Alright, alright. So, what's the plan?" Molly leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "It's simple, really. We'll dress up as clowns – no one ever suspects the clowns. I've got a foolproof disguise for you. A bright red nose, rainbow wig, the works." Bill grimaced. "Clowns? You know I hate clowns, Molly. Creepy little buggers." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Don't be such a baby. It's the perfect cover. We'll waltz right in, blend in with the entertainment, and make off with the goods before anyone's the wiser." "Fine," Bill grumbled. "But I get to be a sad clown. None of that cheery, laughy nonsense." "Deal." Molly grinned. "Now, once we're inside, I'll create a distraction – a little juggling act gone wrong should do the trick. You snag the presents and meet me back at the van. Easy peasy." Bill nodded, looking slightly more enthusiastic. "And we'll be long gone before they even realize the presents are missing. Not a bad plan, Mol. You've outdone yourself this time." Molly smirked and picked up a clown nose, tossing it to her partner. "Don't I always? Now, let's get to work. We've got a party to crash and some presents to pinch."