"Molly, are you sure about this?" Bill whispered as they crouched behind a bush outside the lavish mansion. "Oh, come on, Bill! It's just a bunch of snot-nosed kids," Molly replied with a snicker. "We'll be in and out before you can say 'piñata.'" "But a children's party? That's a new low, even for us." "Low? I call it brilliant! Who would suspect anyone would steal from a bunch of toddlers?" Molly paused, grinning. "Besides, those entitled brats don't need more toys." "You're terrible," Bill chuckled. "I'm efficient," Molly corrected. "Now, let's go over the plan. You distract the clown, and I'll sneak into the gift room." "Why do I always get stuck with the creepy clown?" Bill groaned. "Because I'm the mastermind here," Molly winked. "Now, put on your party hat, and let's get this party started." "Fine, but if I get hit with a pie, you owe me." "Deal. Just remember, Bill, be the life of the party." "Yeah, yeah, I got it." As they prepared to infiltrate the festivities, Bill muttered, "I can't believe we're doing this." Molly smirked, "Believe it, Bill. We're the best thieves in town, and these toddlers won't know what hit 'em." "Alright, let's do this," Bill sighed, adjusting his party hat. "For the loot!" "For the loot!" Molly echoed, and they disappeared into the crowd.