**Scene:** "I can't believe we're doing this, Bill," Molly whispered, crouching behind a bush outside the brightly decorated party hall. Bill grinned. "I know, right? A kids' party? But the haul's going to be worth it." "You're talking about stealing birthday presents from children!" "And what a stash it'll be! The who's-who of the neighborhood is here, Molly. Those kids are loaded." Molly shook her head in disbelief. "I always thought our heists had some class." Bill chuckled. "Class? Our last gig was a diaper warehouse!" "At least that wasn't robbing from kids. Okay, okay. So what's the plan?" Bill pointed to a side door. "You'll slip in there, distract the clown." "Distract the clown? How?" "Use your charm. He's a sucker for redheads." "What? Just because I have red hair doesn't mean I can charm any man!" Molly hissed. "Molly, you flirted your way out of prison last year. You can handle a clown." She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Then what?" "Once you've lured him away, I'll sneak in, grab the presents, and we'll meet back at the getaway car." "You make it sound so simple." "It is simple, Molly. We've done tougher jobs." "Alright, let's do it. But if I end up in a clown costume, Bill, you're paying my therapy bills." "Deal. Good luck, Molly." She took a deep breath and marched towards the side door. Her red hair bounced against her shoulders as she walked, hoping it was enough 'charm' to distract the clown. She entered the party hall, spotting a red-nosed, oversized-shoe-wearing target across the room. The kids giggled as he twisted balloons into shapes. Molly sidled up to him. "Hi there, Mr. Chuckles!" The clown looked her up and down, his painted grin widening. "Well, hello there! You must be the special entertainment for the grown-ups." She forced a smile. "That's me! But, uh, I forgot my, um, costume in the car. Could you help me get it?" His grin widened further. "I'm always willing to lend a helping hand, sweetheart." She led him towards the side door, glancing at Bill who hid behind a giant stuffed bear. She gave him a subtle nod, then exited with the clown. Outside, she spun around to face him. "Listen, there's no costume. I just needed to get you away from the party." He frowned. "But why? You're not here for the adults?" "Oh, I'm here for the adults, alright. But not the kind you're thinking." His frown deepened. "What do you mean?" She sighed. "Let's just say your presents have been... reassigned." His eyes widened. "You're a thief!" She nodded. "And you're a terrible clown. Really, Mr. Chuckles? Couldn't come up with something less cliché?" He huffed, stomping off, his oversized shoes making exaggerated slapping sounds. Molly chuckled, hurrying back to the getaway car where Bill waited with bags of presents. "Got 'em?" she asked. He grinned. "Every last one. Even the birthday boy's." "Bill!" He laughed. "Just kidding. Let's go." They hopped into the car, speeding away from the sound of sirens. Another heist, another escape. But somehow, this one left Molly feeling less than amused.