Molly leaned against the graffiti-splashed wall, tapping her ankle boots in time with the distant hum of city life. She pulled a crumpled plan from her pocket, smoothing it out with practiced fingers. Across the street, Bill emerged from a dingy cafe, a croissant in one hand and a steaming coffee in the other. As he approached, Molly raised an eyebrow. "Trying to blend in, Bill?" she teased, eyeing his morning snack. Bill shrugged, his face a mask of nonchalance. "Got to keep up my energy. You know, stakeouts and all that." He took a bite, crumbs scattering down his jacket. Molly rolled her eyes, adjusting her backpack. "So, you ready to hear the plan?" she asked, fingers itching to unfold the paper. Bill swallowed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "Always. Let's hear it." He leaned in, eyes narrow and focused. Molly unfolded the plan, revealing a crudely drawn map of the park where the children's party was to take place. "Right, so the party starts at noon. We'll wait until they're all distracted with party games, then we move in." Bill frowned. "Are you sure this is the best time? I mean, with all the parents around?" Molly grinned, her dimples deepening. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. All those parents? They're the best cover we could ask for. Besides, who would suspect two people dressed as a clown and a magician?" Bill's eyes widened. "You're not serious, are you?" Molly's grin grew wider. "Dead serious. Think about it, Bill. A clown and a magician can get away with just about anything at a children's party. And by anything, I mean stealing all the presents." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Molly, I don't know. It just seems... wrong." Molly's face softened. "Look, I know it seems a bit twisted, but think of all the kids we could help with this loot. We donate most of it, you know that." Bill nodded, considering her words. "I know, but still... there's something about stealing from a bunch of kids." Molly patted his arm. "Don't worry, Bill. We're not taking the cake or the balloons. Just the presents. And think of the stories we'll have. The time we pulled off a heist under the noses of a hundred parents and thirty sugar-rushed kids." Bill chuckled, the tension in his face easing. "Alright, you've got me. But you're the clown. I'm sticking with my magician act." Molly laughed, stuffing the plan back in her pocket. "Deal. The Magic of Bill and the Mischievous Molly Show. Our finest hour." As they disappeared around the corner, their laughter dwindled, leaving behind the hum of the city and the lingering scent of coffee and early morning promise.