"Are you serious, Molly?" Bill whispered as they peeked through the window of the house, watching children in party hats running around. "We're actually going to rob a kid's birthday party?" "I'm dead serious, Bill," Molly replied, her eyes fixed on the pile of presents. "Trust me, there's a fortune in there, and we're going to steal it all." "But...but they're just kids," Bill stuttered, his hands shaking. "How can we steal from them? It feels so wrong." "You need to toughen up, Bill," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "The kids will get over it. Besides, they probably won't even remember what they got for their birthday in a few months. Now, let's focus on the plan." "The plan...right," Bill said, rubbing his temples. "So, what exactly is the plan?" "I've got it all figured out," Molly said, a mischievous grin on her face. "We'll dress up as clowns and join the party. Once we're in, we'll distract the adults, grab the presents, and sneak out the back door." "Clowns?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? That's the best disguise you could come up with?" "Hey, don't knock it," Molly retorted, adjusting her rainbow wig. "Kids love clowns, and parents will be too busy wrangling their sugar-high little monsters to pay attention to us. Now, put on your red nose and let's get to work." Bill sighed, looking at the red foam ball in his hand. He reluctantly squeezed it, securing it on his nose. "There you go!" Molly beamed. "Now, let's go make some kids cry." The pair approached the front door, their oversized shoes squeaking with each step. Molly knocked three times, and a frazzled mother opened the door. "Oh, thank goodness you're here!" she exclaimed, eyeing their costumes. "I didn't think the agency would actually send replacement clowns." Molly shot Bill a knowing glance before turning back to the woman. "Don't you worry, ma'am. We'll make sure these kids have a party they'll never forget!" The mother ushered them inside, directing them towards the chaos. As Molly and Bill began twisting balloons into animal shapes, the children gathered around, their eyes wide with excitement. "Alright, Bill," Molly whispered as they worked. "I'll keep the parents busy. You sneak over to the presents and start moving them to the backdoor." Bill nodded, his gaze darting towards the brightly wrapped gifts. He inched closer, maintaining a smile on his face for the kids. As he reached the pile, he crouched down, pretending to tie his shoelaces. With a quick glance to ensure no one was watching, he began moving the presents, one by one. The process was slow, but steady. With Molly keeping everyone entertained, Bill managed to relocate the entire pile to the backdoor without being noticed. He let out a sigh of relief, wiping sweat from his brow. "Alright, Molly," he whispered into his walkie-talkie. "The coast is clear. Let's make our grand exit." Molly nodded, her grin growing wider. "Say goodbye to your presents, kiddos!" she announced, her voice cheerful. As the children gasped, Molly and Bill burst out the backdoor, arms filled with stolen birthday gifts. They raced towards their waiting van, laughter echoing through the night as they sped away into the darkness.