Molly leaned against the wall of the alley, her arms crossed, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. “So, Bill, you ready for the heist of the century?” Bill scratched his head, glancing at the brightly colored balloons bobbing in the breeze. “A children’s party? Really? This is your big plan?” “Hey, don’t underestimate the power of kids’ presents! We’re talking video games, toys, maybe even a piñata full of candy!” Molly’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Right, because nothing says ‘master thief’ like stealing from kids. What’s next? Robbing a daycare?” “Don’t be a buzzkill! Think of the loot! We could fund our next big job with this haul!” Molly waved her hands dramatically. “Or we could end up on the news as the ‘Party Poopers.’ I can see the headlines now: ‘Thieves Steal Joy from Children!’” “Come on, Bill! It’s just a little fun. Besides, we’ll be in and out before anyone even notices. What’s the plan?” “Okay, okay. But we need a solid strategy. How do we get past the parents?” Molly smirked. “Simple. We’ll dress up as clowns.” “Clowns? You want us to wear those ridiculous outfits? What if we scare the kids?” “Exactly! They’ll be too busy crying to notice us swiping their gifts!” Molly chuckled. “Brilliant. So we’re going to terrify children to steal their toys. What’s next? Stealing candy from babies?” “Now you’re getting it! We’ll be the Robin Hoods of birthday parties!” Molly twirled around, pretending to shoot an imaginary bow. “More like the Grinches of birthday parties. What if someone recognizes us?” “Bill, we’ll wear masks! Clown masks! No one will suspect a thing!” She pulled a colorful mask from her bag and held it up. “Great, so we’ll look like a couple of lunatics. Just what I always wanted.” Bill rolled his eyes. “Stop whining! It’s all part of the act. We’ll charm the kids, distract the parents, and then—bam! Presents galore!” “Right, because nothing says ‘trustworthy’ like a clown with a mask. What’s the backup plan if this goes south?” “Backup plan? We’ll just run really fast! Have you seen how fast kids can run? We’ll blend right in!” Molly laughed. “Sure, until we trip over a toy and faceplant in front of a bunch of toddlers. Then what?” “Then we play dead! Kids love that! They’ll think it’s part of the show!” Molly winked. “Fantastic. So we’re going to be clowns who die on stage. This is going to be legendary.” “Exactly! And once we’re in, we grab the loot and make a clean getaway. Easy peasy!” “Easy for you to say. You’re the one who’s been planning this for weeks. I’m just here for the snacks.” “Snacks? Bill, we’re stealing presents, not having a picnic!” “Hey, if I’m going to risk my neck, I want some candy at least. Priorities, Molly!” “Fine! We’ll grab some candy too. But only after we get the presents!” “Deal. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now let’s get our clown on!” Molly pulled out a pair of oversized shoes, and Bill sighed, shaking his head. “This is going to be a disaster.”