Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "So, Bill, you ever thought about hitting a children's birthday party?" Bill raised an eyebrow, his skepticism clear. "A children's party? Are you serious? What are we gonna do, steal the piñata?" Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "No, no, no. Think bigger. All those presents, Bill. Wrapped, untouched, just waiting for us." Bill scratched his chin, considering. "Alright, I'll bite. How do we even pull that off? Kids are like little snitches on sugar highs." "Exactly!" Molly exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That's why we go in as clowns. No one suspects clowns. We blend in, make balloon animals, and while everyone's distracted, we swipe the loot." Bill snorted, trying to imagine himself in clown makeup. "Clowns, huh? I don't know, Molly. I don't exactly have the face for it." "Oh, come on," Molly teased, "you've got the perfect face for it. Plus, it's not like we're going for the scary clown look. We'll be the fun, friendly kind. Think of it as a disguise." Bill sighed, playing along. "Alright, let's say I agree to this ridiculous plan. How do we even know which presents are worth taking?" Molly leaned in, conspiratorially. "I've got a source on the inside. Mrs. Thompson, the party planner. She's going to slip us the guest list with notes on who's bringing what. We target the high-end stuff, the gadgets and games. Leave the dolls and stuffed animals for the kids." Bill nodded slowly, warming to the idea. "Okay, so we know what we're after. But what about the parents? They're not going to be as easily distracted as the kids." Molly tapped her chin, thinking. "We'll need a diversion. Something big, something that draws everyone's attention away from the presents. Maybe a fake cake explosion? Complete with a smoke machine and some strategically placed party poppers." Bill laughed, finally seeing the humor in the plan. "A fake cake explosion? You've really thought this through, haven't you?" "Of course I have," Molly replied, her confidence unwavering. "This is going to be the heist of the century, Bill. A children's party! Who's going to suspect a thing?" Bill shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You're insane, Molly. But I have to admit, it's kind of brilliant." Molly beamed, pleased with herself. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go pick out some clown outfits. I've got a feeling this is going to be one party they'll never forget." Bill stood up, ready to embrace the madness. "Alright, let's do this. But if I end up on a 'Most Wanted' list for stealing from kids, I'm blaming you." Molly winked, already heading for the door. "Deal. But trust me, Bill, this is going to be the easiest score we've ever pulled off. And the most fun." As they left the room, the sound of their laughter echoed behind them, a prelude to the chaos they were about to unleash at the unsuspecting children's party.