Molly and Bill sat hunched over a crudely drawn map of the birthday party venue, their brows furrowed in concentration. The air was thick with the scent of permanent markers and mischief. "I've got it!" Molly exclaimed, jabbing a finger at the map. "We'll disguise ourselves as clowns and blend in with the entertainers. No one will suspect a thing!" Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Brilliant! I'll distract the kids with balloon animals while you swipe the presents. We'll be in and out before they even realize what's happening." "Leave the getaway car running," Molly instructed. "I don't want to be stuck in a sea of screaming children when the parents catch on." "Don't worry," Bill reassured her. "I'll have the engine purring like a kitten. We'll be halfway across town before they can say 'Happy Birthday.'" They exchanged a conspiratorial glance, their eyes glinting with anticipation. This was going to be their most daring heist yet, and they couldn't wait to see the looks on the parents' faces when they discovered the missing presents.