"Molly, are you out of your mind?" Bill whispered, peeking out from behind a large tree. "What? It's a perfect plan," Molly replied, as she casually flipped through a small notepad. "Stealing presents from a children's party? That's low, even for us," he countered, shaking his head. "Oh, come on, Bill. Think of it like a present to ourselves. And besides, kids these days get way too many toys," Molly said with a smirk. "Fine, but let's make it quick. I don't want to deal with a bunch of screaming kids," Bill grumbled. "Don't worry, I've got everything planned out. We're going in disguise," Molly announced, pulling out two clown costumes from her bag. Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? Seriously?" Molly nodded, grinning. "No one will suspect a thing. We'll blend right in." Minutes later, Molly and Bill, now dressed as colorful clowns, strolled casually into the backyard where the party was in full swing. Balloons floated in the air, children's laughter filled the space, and a piñata hung from a tree branch. "Look, there's the gift table," Molly whispered to Bill, nodding towards a table piled high with wrapped presents. They approached the table, and Molly reached for a box when a child tugged at her sleeve. "Hey, clown lady! Can you make me a balloon animal?" "Oh, uh, sure!" Molly said nervously. She fumbled with a balloon, creating something vaguely resembling a giraffe. The child looked at it skeptically but took it anyway. Meanwhile, Bill tried to distract the parents. He started juggling, and everyone applauded. As he moved around, Bill carefully edged closer to the gift table. He swiped a couple of presents when another child approached him, asking for a magic trick. Bill panicked, but then remembered an old coin trick he knew. He performed it clumsily, but the child seemed impressed nonetheless. As Molly and Bill continued their charade, the pile of stolen presents grew. Just as they were about to make their escape, a loud voice boomed across the yard. "What's going on here?!" They turned to see the birthday boy's father storming towards them, his face red with anger. "I've been watching you two. You're not the clowns I hired!" "Quick, run!" Molly shouted. She and Bill bolted for the fence, their arms filled with presents. Parents chased after them, but Molly and Bill managed to scale the fence and disappear down the street. Once they were safe, they burst into laughter. "Well, that was certainly an interesting heist," Bill said, shaking his head. "And we made some kids happy too! A win-win situation if you ask me," Molly laughed, rifling through the stolen gifts. "Next time, let's pick a less chaotic target, please," Bill pleaded, still panting from the chase. "Sure thing, Bill. But you have to admit, this was fun," Molly grinned, and Bill couldn't help but agree as they strolled off into the sunset, their clown costumes billowing in the wind.