Molly leaned back in her chair, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Bill, have you ever considered robbing a children's party?" Bill's eyes widened. "A children's party? Are you serious?" "Deadly serious," Molly replied, her gaze unwavering. "Think about it – a room filled with presents, just waiting to be snatched." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids seems a bit low, even for us." "Ah, but that's the beauty of it!" Molly exclaimed. "No one would ever suspect a couple of hardened criminals like us at a kiddie bash." "I guess you have a point," Bill conceded. "But how do we even get in? It's not like we can just waltz in wearing masks and carrying sacks." Molly's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Leave that to me, my friend. I have a foolproof plan that involves a very convincing clown costume and a few well-timed distractions." Bill couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, sometimes I think you're certifiably insane." "Insanely brilliant, more like," Molly retorted with a wink. "So, are you in?" After a moment's hesitation, Bill nodded. "What the hell? Let's do this thing."