Molly leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, Bill, you ever think about hitting a children's birthday party? I mean, think about it. All those presents, just sitting there, unguarded." Bill raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Molly, you've lost it. We're thieves, not monsters. What kind of sicko steals from kids?" Molly waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, come on, Bill. It's not like we're taking their candy. We're just borrowing their presents. For a good cause, of course." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "And what cause is that? Funding your shoe addiction?" Molly shot him a playful glare. "Hey, my shoes are an investment. But no, I was thinking more along the lines of a new getaway car. Something with a little more... pizzazz." Bill leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Alright, let's say I buy into this crazy scheme of yours. How do we even pull it off? Those parties are usually packed with parents, kids, and probably some overprotective aunties." Molly grinned, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Simple. We go in disguised as clowns. Everyone loves clowns, right? We can blend in, scope out the scene, and make our move when everyone's distracted by the piñata." Bill's eyes widened. "Clowns? Are you serious? I look terrible in makeup." Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not about looking good, it's about looking ridiculous. Plus, who's going to suspect a couple of clowns? We can carry big bags, stuff them full of presents, and waltz right out the door." Bill rubbed his chin, considering the plan. "Alright, let's say we do this. How do we get rid of the presents? We can't exactly sell them on eBay." Molly tapped her chin, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "We could always re-gift them. Throw a party of our own, invite some shady characters, and trade the presents for cash. Or we could just keep them for ourselves. Imagine the look on the crew's faces when we show up with a pile of toys." Bill laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're insane, Molly. But I have to admit, it's kind of brilliant. So, when's the big day?" Molly pulled out her phone, scrolling through her calendar. "There's a party next Saturday. Little Timmy's fifth birthday. Should be a goldmine." Bill nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Alright, Molly. You've got yourself a partner. But if we're going to do this, we need to be prepared. We'll need clown costumes, big bags, and a solid escape plan." Molly clapped her hands, her excitement palpable. "Perfect! I'll start looking for costumes. You find us a getaway car. And Bill?" He looked at her, eyebrow raised. "Yeah?" She winked. "Let's make this the best heist yet." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Only you, Molly. Only you."