Molly adjusted her bright pink wig in the rearview mirror as Bill navigated their getaway van through the suburban streets. Their target, a children's birthday party, was just a block away. "Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly said, tucking a fake mustache into her jacket pocket. "We sneak in disguised as the entertainment, 'Mr. and Mrs. Clowny'," Bill replied, "You create a diversion with your... unique juggling skills, while I snatch the presents." "Unique?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "My juggling skills are highly underrated." "Uh-huh. That's why we had to pay for damages at the last three 'gigs'." Molly playfully hit Bill on the arm. "Hey, those kids loved the impromptu game of dodgeball!" "Okay, okay. So, once we have the loot, we make a quick exit, and—" "—and donate the gifts to those in need... or sell them online for a hefty profit," Molly chimed in, a sly grin spreading across her face. Bill chuckled. "You know which option I'm rooting for."