"Alright, Bill, this is it," Molly whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The biggest score of our careers – a children's party." Bill scratched his head. "You sure about this, Molly? Seems a bit low-stakes, if you ask me." "Low-stakes?" Molly scoffed. "Have you seen the guest list? Half of those brats come from obscenely wealthy families." "Fair point," Bill conceded. "But won't it be crawling with parents and security?" "That's where you come in, my friend," Molly said, slapping him on the back. "You'll be our distraction – dress up as a clown and keep them entertained while I sneak in and nab the loot." Bill grimaced. "A clown? Really, Molly? You know how I feel about those things." "Oh, don't be such a baby," Molly chided. "Just think of all the toys, gadgets, and cold hard cash we'll be walking away with." Bill sighed heavily. "Alright, alright. But if I end up with nightmares about killer clowns, you're paying for my therapy." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, let's go make some kids' dreams come true – by crushing them mercilessly and stealing their presents."