Molly leaned over the glowing city map spread across their dimly lit hideout. She tapped a glittering red pin embedded in a suburban neighborhood. "This is the place, Bill. The biggest birthday bash of the year, and we're going to crash it like a pair of sugar-crazed piñatas." Bill squinted at the pin, his brow furrowed. "You sure, Molly? It's a kid's party. Seems a bit... harsh, don't you think?" "Harsh?" Molly scoffed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's the perfect crime! Adults never suspect the clowns, and we're going to be the best clowns they've ever seen." "Okay, I'll give you that," Bill conceded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "But how do we pull this off without turning into the villains in a Pixar movie?" Molly pulled out two elaborate, colorful costumes from a duffel bag. "Simple. We infiltrate as 'Balloon Molly' and 'Juggling Bill,' the most fabulous entertainers since Shrek and Fiona. We dazzle them with our balloon animals and fire-breathing juggle routines, and when the time is right, we disappear—with the loot." Bill raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "Fire-breathing? I didn't sign up for pyrotechnics, Molly." "Relax, it's just a figure of speech," Molly rolled her eyes. "We'll be in and out before the kids can say 'surprise.'" "Alright," Bill said, shaking his head in disbelief. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming the 'mastermind' who thought of this caper." Molly winked. "Deal. But we won't get caught. We're going to be the heroes of this story—the ones who pull off the greatest heist in birthday party history!"