"Bill, are you out of your mind?" Molly exclaimed, her eyes bulging. "You want to steal presents from a children's party?" "Yes," Bill nodded confidently. "It's the perfect crime. Nobody will suspect it." "Nobody will suspect it because nobody is crazy enough to do it!" Molly countered. "Think of the children, Bill. The crying, the chaos..." "Precisely!" Bill interjected. "The pandemonium will be our cover. Besides, the kids will still have the cake, right?" "You're heartless," Molly snorted, shaking her head. "So, what's the plan? We sneak in dressed as clowns?" "No," Bill chuckled, "that's too obvious. We'll pose as party entertainers - a magician and his lovely assistant." "Oh, I see," Molly smirked, "and the disappearing act involves all the presents?" "You got it!" Bill beamed. Molly rolled her eyes, sighing deeply. "Fine, let's go over the details one more time." "Alright," Bill began excitedly. "While you distract the crowd with your assistant act, I'll execute the grand finale: the Great Present-Swipe!" "Don't forget the Balloon-Popping Diversion," Molly added, smirking. "That'll keep the kids busy while we slip out with our loot." Bill rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Molly, my dear, this is going to be the heist of the century!" "Or the one that gets us locked up in the Looney Bin," Molly muttered under her breath. "But fine, let's go for it. I'll grab my sequin outfit, and you dust off your magic wand." "Excellent!" Bill's grin widened. "Meet you at the van in an hour!" "Remember," Molly said sternly, "stick to the plan and watch out for any heroes in capes or tights. We don't want any pint-sized superheroes ruining our grand exit." "I'll be like a phantom, Molly," Bill assured her. "They won't even see me coming." Molly laughed dryly. "Let's hope so, Bill. For both our sakes." As they parted ways, a mix of excitement and dread filled the air. After all, they were about to embark on the most unconventional, unpredictable heist of their careers: robbing a children's party. Later at the event, Molly twirled gracefully, dazzling the crowd as she performed her part to perfection. Meanwhile, Bill deftly gathered the presents in his bag of tricks. The plan was running smoothly, until... "Stop, thief!" cried a small voice, as a tiny, costumed figure launched toward Bill, tugging at his sleeve. "Oh no," Bill groaned. "It appears we have ourselves a pint-sized superhero after all."