Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dimly lit hideout, studying a crudely drawn map of the children's party venue. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap coffee. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly began, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll infiltrate the party disguised as clowns." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? You sure about that, Mol? I don't do well with kids." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "It's the perfect cover! Everyone loves a clown. Plus, it'll give us an excuse to carry around big, empty present bags." "Fine, fine. But what about the actual heist? How do we get our hands on the goods without raising suspicion?" Molly leaned in closer, a sly grin spreading across her face. "That's where the balloon animals come in. We'll offer to make balloon animals for the kids, but little do they know, we'll be secretly stuffing the presents into our bags while we work." Bill couldn't help but chuckle. "You're a devious one, Mol. I like it. But what if someone catches on?" "Leave that to me," Molly said with a wink. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. If anyone gets suspicious, I'll just start juggling and distract them with my amazing clown skills." "Since when do you have clown skills?" Bill asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "Since I watched a five-minute tutorial on YouTube last night. How hard can it be?" Bill shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "This is either going to be our most brilliant heist yet, or our most disastrous." "Only one way to find out," Molly said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "Now, let's go over the escape route. Once we've got all the presents, we'll slip out the back and hop into the getaway van." "What about the cake?" Bill asked, his eyes widening at the thought of the sweet, frosted goodness. "We can't forget the cake." Molly paused, considering the request. "Alright, fine. We'll grab the cake on our way out. But no eating it until we're safely back at the hideout, got it?" Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Got it, boss. Let's do this." As they stood up to gather their supplies, Molly couldn't resist one last quip. "You know, Bill, we might just be the best darn clown thieves this city has ever seen." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "I never thought I'd say this, but let's go steal some presents and make some kids cry."