Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dilapidated hideout, a single bare bulb casting shadows across their worn faces. In the center of the table lay a crudely drawn map of their next target: a children's birthday party. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly began, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The party starts at 2 PM, so we'll need to be in position by 1:30. You'll take the north entrance, and I'll cover the south." Bill scratched his head, looking puzzled. "But Moll, it's a kids' party. Won't they have clowns or magicians or something? How are we supposed to blend in?" Molly smirked. "That's the beauty of it, my dear. We'll be in disguise, of course! I've got us some delightful costumes. You'll be a juggling jester, and I'll be a wacky wizard." Bill groaned. "A juggling jester? I can barely juggle my own socks, let alone balls or whatever jesters juggle." "Don't worry, we'll practice," Molly reassured him. "Now, once we're inside, you'll create a distraction by pretending to trip and fall into the cake." "The cake?!" Bill exclaimed. "Do I have to?" "Yes, it's crucial," Molly replied firmly. "While everyone's attention is on you, I'll swoop in and snatch the presents. Then, we'll make our escape during the chaos." Bill sighed heavily. "Fine, fine. But what if someone recognizes us?" Molly reached into her pocket and pulled out two grotesque rubber masks. "Ta-da! These ugly mugs will ensure no one suspects a thing." Bill grimaced as he examined the masks. "These are truly horrifying, Moll. Where'd you get them?" "Let's just say I won them in a poker game against a disgruntled party planner," Molly said with a wink. The two thieves spent the next hour practicing their juggling and magic tricks, their laughter echoing through the hideout. As the clock ticked closer to the party's start time, they donned their costumes and masks, barely able to contain their excitement. "Alright, Bill, this is it," Molly declared, clapping her hands together. "Let's go make some kids cry and score some sweet, sweet presents!" Bill nodded, a manic gleam in his eye. "Just another day in the life of a birthday party bandit, eh?" As they made their way to the party, Molly couldn't help but chuckle. "Just think, Bill, while those little brats are sobbing over their stolen gifts, we'll be living it up with a mountain of new toys." Bill grinned, his jester hat jingling with each step. "A life of crime never looked so colorful, Moll. Let's do this!"