"Molly, are you sure about this?" Bill whispered, fidgeting with the oversized polka-dot bowtie on his clown costume. "Of course, I'm sure," Molly replied, adjusting her bright pink wig in the rearview mirror. "It's the perfect plan. No one will suspect a couple of party entertainers." "But a children's birthday party?" Bill groaned. "I can't believe we're doing this. Can't we stick to robbing banks like normal thieves?" "Where's the fun in that?" Molly chuckled. "Besides, banks have security guards. Birthday parties have cake. Much better perks." They exited their van and approached the house, donning their costumes. As Molly rang the doorbell, she winked at Bill. "Showtime!" A woman opened the door, eyes darting between Molly and Bill's costumes. "Ah! The clown and fairy we hired! Right on time." As they entered, the room was alive with giggling children and a sea of colorful balloons. The scent of pizza and sugar wafted through the air. "So," Bill murmured to Molly, "how exactly do we pull this off?" "First, we entertain the kids while scouting the place," Molly explained, slipping into character as 'Twinkles' the fairy. "Then we'll make our move." "Alright," Bill sighed, resigned. "I guess it's time to be 'Bubbles' the clown." With a hearty laugh, Molly clapped her hands together, commanding the attention of the children. Bill followed her lead, blowing bubbles that cascaded around them. As the party unfolded, Molly and Bill hatched their plan in hushed whispers. While Bill juggled scarves, Molly spotted the mountain of presents nestled in a corner. "I'll distract the parents with balloon animals," Molly whispered. "You bag the presents." Bill nodded, his oversized shoes squeaking as he moved. Once Molly had the adults entranced with her balloon artistry, Bill made his move. He stuffed the presents into large garbage bags with practiced ease, while his audience giggled at his exaggerated expressions. "I hope you know we're probably going to thieves' purgatory for this," Bill grumbled, heaving the final bag over his shoulder. "Nonsense," Molly grinned. "We're just providing a valuable lesson on the importance of property insurance." With their loot secured, Molly and Bill wrapped up their act with a grand finale of confetti cannons and synchronized cartwheels. The children roared with laughter, oblivious to the bags of stolen presents nestled in the corner. As they climbed back into their van, Bill couldn't help but laugh. "I have to admit, Molly, that was fun." Molly's eyes gleamed as she pulled off her pink wig. "See, Bill? I told you. Crime doesn't always have to be serious business." And with that, Molly and Bill drove off into the sunset, the bags of stolen presents rattling merrily in the back of their van.