Molly leaned back in her chair, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, Bill, you ever been to a children's birthday party?" Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Can't say I have. Why? You planning on crashing one?" "Not just crashing," Molly said, her voice a whisper of excitement. "Stealing from one." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, right? Stealing presents from kids?" "Why not?" Molly shrugged. "Think about it. All those unopened gifts, just sitting there. No one would suspect a thing." Bill leaned in, intrigued. "Alright, I'll bite. How do we pull this off?" Molly grinned, pulling out a small notebook. "First, we dress the part. Clown costumes. They’re colorful, distracting, and no one pays attention to clowns." Bill snorted. "Clowns, huh? You sure that’s not too on the nose?" "Exactly," Molly said, tapping her nose. "Plus, we can carry oversized bags without raising suspicion. We’ll be the life of the party and the death of their gift pile." "Okay, clown costumes. What’s next?" Bill asked, trying to suppress a laugh. "We scope out the venue beforehand. Know the layout, the exits, the security. We need to be in and out without a trace." Bill nodded, his expression serious. "And the actual heist?" "Simple," Molly said. "We mingle, we entertain, we distract. While the kids are busy laughing and the parents are busy chatting, we make our move. We slip away to the gift table, stuff our bags, and exit stage left." Bill rubbed his chin. "What about the aftermath? Those parents are going to notice their gifts are missing." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "They’ll think it was a mix-up, or maybe the kids got too excited and hid them. By the time they figure it out, we’ll be long gone." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You’ve really thought this through." "Of course," Molly said, her eyes sparkling. "This is going to be the easiest score we’ve ever made. And the most fun." Bill leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, Molly. You’ve convinced me. Let’s be the best damn clowns those kids have ever seen." Molly stood up, clapping her hands together. "Excellent! I’ll get the costumes ordered. You start on the recon. This party isn’t going to steal itself." Bill stood as well, nodding. "It’s a plan. And Molly, if we’re going to do this, let’s make it unforgettable." Molly winked. "Oh, trust me, Bill. This is going to be the talk of the town. In more ways than one." As they walked out of the café, the gears were already turning. The heist was on, and Molly and Bill were ready to make the children’s party their own personal treasure hunt.