"Are you ready for this, Molly?" Bill asked with a mischievous grin. "Bill, please," Molly replied. "I was born ready. But I still can't believe we're hitting a children's party. That's low, even for us." Bill shrugged. "Hey, times are tough, and birthday presents can be pretty valuable. Plus, we'll be providing a valuable service, teaching those kids about life's harsh realities early on." "Yeah, I'm sure the parents will thank us," Molly said sarcastically as she double-checked her lock-picking kit. "So, here's the plan," Bill whispered, unfurling a crudely drawn map of the party venue. "You distract the clown, I'll sneak into the gift room and stuff the presents into these giant goodie bags." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Distract the clown? How am I supposed to do that?" Bill smirked. "I don't know. Ask for a balloon animal or something." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine, but you better not leave me hanging if things go south." Bill gave her a mock salute. "Partners in crime, Molly. Partners in crime."