"We're really doing this, Bill?" Molly questioned, adjusting her clown wig in the mirror. "Biggest score of our lives, Molly," Bill replied, snapping his suspenders with gusto. "Trust me." "But a children's party?" Molly protested. "Isn't that a little... low?" "Think of it like this," Bill mused, twirling his fake mustache. "We're liberating those poor parents from the relentless commercialization of childhood. Plus, who suspects thieves in clown costumes?" Molly couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, let's go make some balloon animals and snatch some presents." As they pulled up to the party in their miniature car, Molly and Bill surveyed the scene. Rainbow balloons danced above brightly-clad children darting around like tiny tornados. Parents huddled together, laughing and exchanging stories. Bill leaned over conspiratorially. "Remember, we blend in until the cake is served." "Then we grab the goods," Molly finished, her heart racing. "And not a moment too soon," Bill added, pointing to an approaching group of kids. "Incoming!" "Prepare for Operation: Party Pooper," Molly quipped, giggling as they waddled away on oversized clown shoes. They were going to steal those presents, one balloon sword at a time.