"We're really going to rob a children's party?" Molly raised an eyebrow as she glanced at her partner in crime. "Not just any children's party," Bill replied. "This is the mayor's granddaughter's birthday extravaganza. There's a treasure trove of expensive presents just waiting to be liberated." Molly sighed. "Alright, fine. But remember, no hurting any kids. The last thing we need is a reputation as child thieves." "Agreed. No kids will be harmed in the making of this heist," Bill promised, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Now, here's the plan..." --- Molly and Bill found themselves disguised as a clown duo. They entered the party tent, where children were running around in a cacophony of shrieks and laughter. The duo quickly spotted the enormous pile of presents in the corner, wrapped in glittery paper and adorned with elaborate bows. "Well, at least we won't have to look hard for our loot," Molly murmured, adjusting her red nose. "You know the drill," Bill whispered, handing her a set of balloon animals. "Start the clown act while I slip into the back and grab the gifts." "Right." Molly cleared her throat and called out, "Gather 'round, kiddos! It's time for some balloon animals and face painting!" Bill disappeared into the crowd, while Molly found herself surrounded by eager children shouting their requests. "A puppy!" "I want a sword!" "Can you make a unicorn?" Molly obliged their requests, fashioning colorful animals and objects from the balloons. She'd never considered the usefulness of balloon art in a life of crime, but it was coming in handy now. Meanwhile, Bill had managed to inch his way towards the presents. Under the guise of "inspecting the decorations," he began stealthily piling gifts into an oversized clown sack. "Hey, what are you doing?" Bill froze. He turned to face a suspicious-looking boy of around ten. "I'm just, uh, checking for damaged presents," he stammered. "Wouldn't want any sad faces at this party, would we?" The boy's eyes narrowed. "But you're a clown. You're supposed to be making us laugh." "You're right," Bill replied, forcing a smile. "How about a magic trick? I can make these presents disappear!" "Cool!" The boy's eyes widened, his suspicion forgotten. "But how?" "It's a secret," Bill winked, hoisting the sack over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go prepare for my grand finale." As Bill slipped away, Molly wrapped up her clown act, much to the disappointment of the children. "Don't worry, I'm sure there are more exciting things to come," she assured them. "Now, go enjoy the rest of the party!" Once they were out of sight, Molly quickly changed into her regular clothes, ditching the clown costume. Bill soon joined her at the predetermined meeting spot, a nearby park bench. "Mission accomplished," he announced, setting the stuffed sack down with a satisfying thud. "Any hiccups?" Molly asked, eyeing the bag. "Just a nosy kid, but I handled it," Bill replied. "And now...we have enough stolen toys to open our own toy store!" "Let's stick to selling them online," Molly suggested with a wry smile. "I don't think the world's ready for a criminal toy shop." "Suit yourself," Bill laughed, as they strolled away from the scene of their latest caper.