Molly tapped her pen against the blueprint of the community center. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We hit the children's party at seven. They'll be too hopped up on sugar to notice us." Bill raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with skepticism. "And we're doing this... why?" Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Because, my dear Bill, who would suspect a couple of thieves at a kids' party? We blend in, grab the loot, and be out before the piñata breaks." Bill scratched his head, clearly not convinced. "Blend in? How do we 'blend in' exactly?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Simple. We dress up as clowns. Nobody looks twice at clowns. They're too busy being terrified." Bill shuddered. "Clowns, huh? I always knew you had a twisted sense of humor." Molly laughed, slapping him on the back. "Come on, it'll be fun! We'll be the most successful thieves in clown makeup." Bill sighed, a reluctant smile creeping up. "Alright, Molly. But if I get hit by a sugar-fueled toddler, I'm blaming you." Molly's grin widened. "Deal. Now, let's get those clown noses."