Molly tapped her long, red nails on the wooden table, eyes never leaving Bill as he fidgeted under her stare. "You're telling me your big plan, your grand scheme, is to hit a kiddie party? That's your masterpiece, Bill?" Bill leaned back, adjusting his too-tight necktie with an uneasy laugh. "Hey, hear me out. Think of the loot! Kids' parties are goldmines these days. iPads, video games, maybe even a puppy or two. Bound to be some high-ticket stuff if it’s little Richie McMoneybags' birthday." Molly snorted, disbelief coloring her tone. "Richie McMoneybags? Are we in a cartoon now, Bill? And breaking into a kid's party? That's our low now, huh?" Bill raised his hands in defense. "Look, we're not hurting anyone, alright? Just taking some overpriced presents that'll probably just end up ignored or broken in a week. We swoop in, grab the good stuff, and make a clean getaway." She narrowed her eyes, considering. "Alright, go on. How do we pull this off without looking like a couple of creepazoids?" "We blend in," Bill beamed, triumph in his voice. "I’ll be the clown—" Molly choked on a laugh. "You, a clown? You can’t even make a balloon dog!" "That’s the beauty of it," he chuckled. "No one expects a lousy clown. I’ll be the distraction, while you, my dear, are the magician’s assistant. You slip into the house, find the stash of gifts, and we rendezvous at the ice cream truck stationed down the block." "And what if there’s a cop present, or a butler with a fondness for guns?" Molly asked, crossing her arms. Bill shrugged. "Worst comes to worst, we can always cry 'abracadabra' and hope for the best." Molly rolled her eyes, a smile playing at her lips. "I’m impressed, Bill, truly. You’ve found a new low, but hey, we haven’t hit a kiddie party before. Let's make this our most memorable job yet." Bill grinned, rubbing his hands together. "I knew you'd see the genius in it. It’s going to be legendary!" "Sure, sure," Molly chuckled. "Just try not to look too suspicious in that big red nose and floppy shoes. Wouldn’t want the parents calling the police on our 'entertainers'." Bill laughed. "Trust me, Molly, the only thing the parents will be worrying about is the sugar high from all the cake and ice cream. We’ll be smooth sailing." Molly pushed herself from the table, a determined look on her face. "Alright, Bill. Let's do this. But next time, promise me something that doesn’t involve stealing from six-year-olds?" Bill chuckled, clinking his glass to hers. "Deal. But first, let’s see if Richie McMoneybags is ready for the heist of the century." She shook her head, chuckling. "I have a feeling this is going to be even more ridiculous than I initially thought." "Just wait till you see my juggling skills. I’m a natural," Bill winked, and together, they stepped into their latest – and possibly greatest – adventure yet.