Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in the back of a dingy bar, plotting their next heist. "I've got a line on a big score," Molly whispered excitedly. "A kiddie birthday party this weekend. It's gonna be crawling with presents." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You want to steal gifts from little kids? That's pretty low, even for us." Molly waved him off. "Oh come on, it'll be easy money! Those snot-nosed brats won't even know what hit 'em. Besides, their parents can just buy them more presents." Bill sighed. "Fine, I'm in. But we gotta be smart about this. What's the plan?" "We pose as the clowns hired to entertain at the party," Molly said with a devious grin. "We'll blend right in. Then, while all the rugrats are distracted, we snag the goods and slip away." "I don't know..." Bill said hesitantly. "I'm not much for clowning around." "Don't worry," Molly replied, elbowing him in the side. "With your sense of humor, you'll make a natural clown. And think about all those sweet, unguarded presents. We're going to be rolling in toys!" Bill chuckled despite himself. "Alright, you twisted my arm. Let's go steal a bunch of stuff from some unsuspecting kids. But if any of them start crying, you're handling it."