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Molly adjusted her black ski mask and peered through the window at the colorful chaos inside. "Remember, Bill, we're here for the presents, not the cake." Bill nodded, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Got it. No cake. But what if they have ice cream? I mean, it's practically a present, right?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. We've got a job to do. And no, ice cream doesn't count." They crept around to the back door, Molly's lock-picking tools at the ready. "You sure this is the right place?" Bill whispered, glancing nervously at the inflatable bounce house in the yard. "Positive. The intel said the birthday boy's parents are loaded. We're talking top-tier presents here." Molly worked the lock with practiced ease, and the door swung open silently. Inside, they were greeted by the sounds of laughter and the theme song from a popular cartoon. "Okay, presents are usually in the living room," Molly whispered, leading the way. As they tiptoed through the house, Bill suddenly stopped. "Wait, what if they ask us to do a magic trick?" Molly sighed. "Just smile and nod, Bill. We're professionals." They reached the living room, eyes widening at the mountain of brightly wrapped gifts. "Jackpot," Molly breathed. Just then, a small voice piped up behind them. "Are you guys the clowns?"