Okay, here's a 500-word scene featuring two thieves named Molly and Bill planning to break into a children's party to steal all the presents: Molly and Bill stood in the dimly lit alley, a mischievous gleam in their eyes. "Alright, Bill. I hope you're ready to steal some presents," Molly said with a playful tone. Bill chuckled and scratched his head. "I've never had to break into a kid's party before. It'll be a walk in the park, right?" Molly couldn’t help but laugh at her friend's innocence. "Well, let's just hope we don’t attract any unwanted attention from some superhero dressed as a clown." The two dressed in all black, trying to blend in with the shadows as they made their way towards the party. Molly glanced at the large, extravagant home where the party was held, and quickly plotted their route. "Molly, it's just a party, not a bank robbery," Bill scolded her, but Molly simply rolled her eyes. "This is our chance, Bill. If we can do this, we'll never have to worry about food or shelter again," she whispered. "You keep saying that, but are we really going to steal from kids?" Bill asked nervously. Molly grabbed his arm, her eyes becoming intense. "We're only taking from those who can afford it, and besides, all the kids here have more than enough toys. They won't even miss a few presents." Bill hesitated for a moment. "I don’t know, Molly. This feels wrong." "What, afraid of some tiny little justice superheroes?" Molly teased, trying to lighten the situation. "Come on, we're professionals." Bill sighed but followed Molly inside the party. It was a colorful spectacle, filled with joy and laughter from young children celebrating their birthday. They slipped into the midst of the revelers, blending in with the parents and chaperones as they approached the display of gifts. "Okay, Bill. We'll fill this bag quickly, and then make a run for it," Molly instructed. Together, they grabbed bags filled with shiny toys, board games, and other highly coveted presents and stashed them inside a large garment bag they had brought with them. Soon, they were in possession of every single gift. "This was surprisingly easy," Bill whispered. "I told you I've done my research," Molly replied. As they exited the party, they encountered their first obstacle: a group of kids laughing and playing with a clown. Molly forced herself to smile at the children, while Bill, much more confident, waved and said, "Hey, kids! Aren't you excited for the birthday cake?" The children giggled and nodded, captivated by the clown's antics. Molly and Bill made their way outside, Mr. Clown disappearing just as quickly as he had appeared. Molly glanced at the clock, seeing the countdown to the party's end. "Okay, Bill, we've got about 15 minutes before parents start to show up. Let's get moving," Molly urged. The pair hurried back to their hideout, safely stashing their ill-gotten goodies in a secure location before they would each return to using their unique skills elsewhere. As they parted ways, Molly couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. "Good luck with the rest of those presents, Bill." "Thanks, Molly. Same to you. See you later," Bill grinned, knowing that their partnership was a profitable and successful one. With the dark night masking their retreat, the thieves would live to steal another day, perhaps even another children's party filled with treasures. But somewhere, a clown smiled and whispered, "I'll be watching…" And in that moment, Bill and Molly found themselves walking away not only with prizes from a stolen children's party but also with the mystery of their immortal clown companion. And in that, a strange quest would soon begin.