"Molly, we're going to rob a children's party?" Bill whispered, glancing around nervously. "That's right, Bill. It's the perfect crime," Molly smirked. "But... it's a *children's* party. What if we get caught?" "Oh, have some backbone, Bill! Those kiddos won't even know what hit 'em." "I don't know, Molly. I mean, stealing presents? That's pretty low." "The lower the better, my friend! We're thieves, remember? Besides, who's going to suspect a couple of present-snatchers at a *birthday party*?" Bill sighed. "I guess you have a point. So, what's the plan?" "We'll infiltrate the party disguised as a clown and a face painter, snatch the presents when nobody's looking, and slip out unnoticed." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that neither of us knows how to paint faces or make balloon animals, right?" "Details, Bill! We'll wing it. Trust me, the payoff will be worth it." "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, let's go steal some birthday joy!"