"We're hitting a kid's party, Bill," Molly whispered, leaning over a blueprint of the venue. "It's perfect. Nobody expects thieves at a birthday bash." "Molly, that's got to be the craziest scheme you've cooked up yet," Bill laughed, nervously adjusting his cap. "Crazy or genius? It's a loot-filled piñata waiting for us." Molly traced their escape route on the blueprint. "Except that this piñata is surrounded by excitable kids and overprotective parents!" Molly looked up from her map. "That's where the magic show comes in, Bill. When the rabbit vanishes, so do we – with the presents." Bill stifled a snicker. "Okay, Molly, you're the expert here. What time does the show begin?" "Precisely at 4. That gives us enough time to dress up as clowns and slip into the party unnoticed." "Clowns? I'm not squeezing into a tiny car!" Bill exclaimed, aghast. "Trust me, it's all part of the plan. Just stick with the act until it's time to make our grand exit." Molly crossed her arms with a self-assured smirk. As they prepared for the heist, Molly meticulously transformed herself into a believable clown—complete with oversized shoes and a vibrant red nose. Bill, however, felt utterly ridiculous. "We're all set," Molly announced, examining their costumes. "Remember, this will be as easy as taking candy from a baby—literally." Bill rolled his eyes behind his mask. "That doesn't even make sense," he muttered under his breath. Soon, they arrived at the party venue, seamlessly blending in with the other entertainers. They weaved through the crowd, distributing balloon animals to squealing children. Molly expertly observed the layout, pinpointing the present table piled high with colorful gift bags and boxes. "Target locked," she murmured into her walkie-talkie-shaped water flower. "Now for the distraction." With a swift kick to the nearby boombox, Molly set off an impromptu dance-off, sending children scattering in all directions. Amidst the commotion, Molly and Bill swooped in, snatching armfuls of presents and transferring them to their waiting van in the alleyway. "Bingo! We've got the goods, Bill," Molly exclaimed with a triumphant grin. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see a bunch of toys in my life," Bill chuckled, mopping his brow. As they peeled away from the scene, leaving behind echoes of excited children, Molly couldn't help but laugh. "This is what I live for, Bill—the thrill of getting away with the perfect crime." "I'm not sure stealing toys qualifies as 'perfect crime,' Molly," Bill quipped, shaking his head. "But I'll admit, it's certainly a story worth telling."