Molly shook her head, clucking her tongue. "Bill, you hear what I'm hearing? We're really doing this? A kids' party heist?" Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming under the fedora. "Absolutely, Molls. It's the score of the century. No alarms, no armed guards. Just a clown and a bunch of unattended gifts." "But it's for kids, Bill." Molly whispered, clearly torn. Bill shrugged, adjusting his lock-picking kit. "Look, we're not monsters. We'll just... redistribute the wealth. Orphans, maybe? Yeah, orphans." Molly bit her lip, then nodded. "Okay, but no balloons. I hate those things. They're always popping when you least expect it." "Deal." Bill said, extending his fist for a bump. Molly hesitated a moment before grinning and bumping her knuckles against his. "Let's go make some kiddos really happy... somewhere else." "And then we get to see the faces of the parents when their presents are gone!" Molly laughed, her earlier qualms seemingly forgotten in the thrill of the plan. Bill chuckled darkly. "Oh, the speeches we'll get to make about the spirit of sharing and community. Now, how do we distract a clown?"