"You've got to be kidding me," Molly whispered, peering through her binoculars at the bustling children's party. "This is our next target?" Bill grinned, adjusting his fake mustache. "Yep, Molly. We're hitting the motherlode today!" "But... it's a *children's party*, Bill!" Molly hissed. "We're going to steal presents from a bunch of five-year-olds? That's just wrong." "Wrong, schmwrong!" Bill chuckled. "We're not in the business of morals, Molly. We're thieves, remember?" "There has to be a better way," Molly muttered, shaking her head. "Ah, but think of it like this," Bill countered, wiggling his bushy eyebrows. "We're not stealing from innocent kids. We're liberating those poor presents from the clutches of tiny, sticky fingers!" Molly rolled her eyes. "You're impossible, Bill. But fine. Let's get this over with. What's the plan?" "Simple," Bill whispered conspiratorially. "You create a distraction by dressing up as a clown and entertaining the kids while I sneak in and grab the goods." "A *clown*?" Molly groaned. "You've gotta be-" "Oh, come on, Molly!" Bill interrupted, chuckling. "Just think of it as a chance to show off your true colors!" Molly glared at Bill but couldn't help but crack a smile. "Alright, you win. Let's do this. For the presents!"