Molly leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the blueprints of the venue. "So, Bill, we're hitting a children's birthday party. Genius or madness?" Bill chuckled, adjusting his cap. "A bit of both, Molls. But think about it, no security, just a bunch of kids and clueless parents. We'll be in and out before they know what hit 'em." "And the moral dilemma?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "What moral dilemma? We're doing them a favor. Teach those kids a lesson about materialism." Molly smirked. "And what's our cover?" "Clowns. We'll be the entertainment. Red noses, big shoes, the whole shebang." "Clowns? Really, Bill? You do realize how terrifying that is for some kids, right?" "Hey, it's not about them liking us, it's about them not suspecting us. Plus, we'll have candy. Kids love candy." Molly rolled her eyes. "Alright, clown. Let's go over the plan one more time. We sneak in, mingle, grab the presents during the piñata chaos, and slip out disguised as party guests." "Perfect. And after, we celebrate with a slice of that giant cake. I call dibs on the frosting." "Only if I get first pick of the presents. Deal?" "Deal. Now, let's go steal some childhoods."