"So, you're telling me we're going to break into a children's party?" Bill asked, his brow furrowing with skepticism. Molly shot him a mischievous grin. "Precisely. It's the perfect heist, Bill. Who would suspect a bunch of sticky-fingered thieves at a party full of sugar-fueled rugrats?" Bill shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids just seems... wrong, even for us." "Oh, come on," Molly scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "We're not stealing from the kids themselves. We're stealing from their parents who probably have more money than they know what to do with." Bill rubbed the back of his neck, his reluctance evident in his furrowed brow. "I guess, but still..." "Look, it's a foolproof plan," Molly insisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We'll dress up as clowns or something equally ridiculous, blend in with the entertainment, and when no one's looking, we'll nab the loot." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? Really?" "What? You got a better idea?" Molly challenged, hands on her hips. Bill held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'm in. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light. "Fair enough. Now, let's go over the plan one more time..." The day of the heist arrived, and Molly and Bill found themselves standing outside a lavish estate, their faces obscured by garish clown makeup and bulbous red noses. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Bill muttered, tugging at the oversized polka-dotted pants that threatened to slide down his hips. "Just follow my lead," Molly whispered, her painted-on grin stretching impossibly wide. They waddled up the winding driveway, their oversized shoes flopping comically with each step. As they approached the entrance, the sounds of raucous laughter and squealing children filled the air. Molly gave Bill a nudge, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Showtime." With a deep breath, they stepped through the doors and into a world of chaos. Children dashed underfoot, their voices mingling with the cacophony of party games and blaring music. Molly leaned in close, her voice barely audible over the din. "You take the left side, I'll take the right. We'll meet back here in ten minutes." Bill nodded, his face a mask of determination beneath the garish makeup. They parted ways, weaving through the throngs of shrieking children and harried parents.