Molly and Bill sat in the quiet café, their eyes fixed on the brightly colored flyer tacked to the corkboard. It was for a children's birthday party, complete with piñata, cake, and a whole lot of presents under the tree. The perfect target for their next heist. They discussed their plan in hushed whispers over coffee and croissants, their excitement palpable. Bill would pose as the clown, while Molly would act as the party organizer, slipping into the role effortlessly with her bubbly demeanor. "So, what's the signal for the main event?" Molly asked between bites of her pastry. "When the birthday girl blows out the candles," Bill replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's when we strike." They chuckled at their own cleverness. They had it all planned out – the distractions, the getaway car, even the fake gifts to throw off suspicion. It was going to be the most perfect heist yet. "Just think," Molly mused, "all those beautiful, shiny presents for us." Bill grinned and reached across the table to clink their coffee cups together. "To a job well done," he toasted, raising his cup to his lips for a sip. Molly raised her cup as well, the steam wafting up to meet her grin. "To living our best lives as thieves."