Molly leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her whiskey as she eyed Bill across the dimly lit room. "So, you're telling me we're going to crash a kids' party and make off with all the loot?" Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Precisely. No one expects a couple of hardened criminals to target a bunch of snot-nosed brats." "But won't there be parents around?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Relax, sweetheart," Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "They'll be too busy stuffing their faces with cake and trying to keep little Timmy from sticking his finger up his nose." Molly snorted. "Fair point. So, what's the plan?" "Simple," Bill said, leaning forward. "We'll dress up as clowns, slip in unnoticed, and when the time is right, we'll make our move." "Clowns? Really?" Molly grimaced. "You know how much I hate those creepy things." "Trust me, it's the perfect cover," Bill assured her. "No one will suspect a thing." Molly sighed, downing the rest of her drink. "Fine, but you're buying me a really nice bottle of scotch after this job." Bill grinned, raising his glass. "Deal. To the greatest heist of our careers!"