Molly and Bill huddled together in their dingy hideout, poring over the blueprints of the party venue. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly began, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You'll distract the kids with your juggling routine while I sneak in through the back and grab the presents." Bill scratched his head, looking uncertain. "Juggling? I don't know, Molly. Those little rascals can be pretty ruthless critics." Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Just keep them occupied for a few minutes, and I'll handle the rest." "Alright, but what if the parents catch on?" Bill asked, his voice trembling slightly. "We'll just play it cool," Molly replied with a sly grin. "If anyone asks, we're the entertainment. You're the juggling clown, and I'm your lovely assistant." Bill sighed, resigned to his fate. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." Molly laughed, patting him on the back. "Relax, Bill. It's a kids' party, not a high-security vault. We've got this!" With a deep breath, the two thieves gathered their gear and set off, ready to pull off the most daring heist of their careers.