"I can't believe we're actually doing this, Bill. Stealing presents from a kid's party? It's low, even for us," Molly said, her voice tingling with a mix of disdain and excitement. "Hey, we've done worse. Remember that time we held up a library?" Bill smirked, his grin widening mischievously. "And these presents aren't just any presents. They're designer. Each one could fund a nice vacation to Tahiti." "I suppose you have a point. But what if we get caught? I can't stand the thought of being locked up for stealing from children," Molly's nervousness was palpable as she fiddled with the disguise mustache in her hand. "Caught? Never. We're pros, Molly. Besides, who suspects a clown and a bouncy castle rental agent?" Bill adjusted his bright orange wig in the mirror. "Now, did you confirm the layout of the party?" "Right, the presents are on a table near the cake, easy access. But there's a bounce house. What if the kids start bouncing while we're inside?" Molly adjusted her oversized bow tie. "Oh, for Heaven's sake. They'll be too busy eating sugar to even look our way. Now, remember, we go in, grab the loot, and out again. Quick as a flash." "Alright, alright. Let's do this before I lose my nerve completely," Molly said, putting on her clown nose. "Ready for the slipperiest heist of our lives?" Bill asked, winking. Molly sighed. "As I'll ever be." "You got it," Bill grinned. "Let's go crash this party."