Molly adjusted her pink wig in the rearview mirror of their rusty van, while Bill navigated through the crowded streets of suburban bliss. "You're sure the Johnsons are having a party today?" Molly asked, her voice a little too high-pitched from the excitement. "Positive," Bill replied, his eyes fixed on the GPS screen. "My cousin's kid is invited. It's going to be a blowout – piñatas, bouncy castles, the works." "Jackpot," Molly whispered, a sly grin spreading across her face. "What's the plan, then?" "Well, we'll go in as the entertainment duo – 'Molly and Bill's Magic Show'." Bill held up a pair of oversized, novelty sunglasses. "These babies will make us look like the real deal." Molly chuckled. "You think a pair of shades and a top hat will fool a room full of seven-year-olds?" "Hey, kids love flashy stuff. And with these getups, we'll blend in seamlessly." Bill's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Besides, who's going to question a children's party entertainer? We're practically invisible." "Okay, okay. But what about the presents? How do we plan on getting those?" Molly asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "Ah, that's the beauty of it – we're not taking the presents. We're 'reorganizing' them." Bill winked. "You know, 're-gifting' them to those in need... or, in our case, to those who need a good fencing deal." Molly snorted. "You always were one for euphemisms." "Hey, it's all about perspective. We're like modern-day Robin Hoods, but instead of stealing from the rich, we're stealing from sugared-up toddlers." As they turned onto Elm Street, the sounds of shrieking children and calliope music filled the air. Bill's grin grew wider. "We're here! Time to get this party started... and by 'started,' I mean time to get this party looted." Molly laughed, a throaty, husky sound, and high-fived Bill. "Let's do this!" The unlikely duo leapt out of the van, resplendent in their bright orange wigs, oversized sunglasses, and matching "Molly and Bill's Magic Show" t-shirts. As they approached the front door, Bill turned to Molly and whispered, "Remember, keep it magic, keep it mystifying, and above all, keep it pilfering." Molly chuckled and took a deep bow, nearly losing her wig in the process. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the greatest show on earth... or at least, in the Johnsons' backyard." With a flourish, they pushed open the door and sauntered into the heart of the party, their eyes scanning the gift-laden tables like vultures on the hunt. It was going to be a very good day.