Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit basement, surrounded by blueprints and hastily scribbled notes. The musty air hung heavy with anticipation as they finalized their audacious plan. "You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, his eyes darting nervously. Molly rolled her eyes. "It's foolproof. Kids, cake, and a mountain of presents. Easy pickings." Bill scratched his head, unconvinced. "But it's a children's party. Seems kinda low, don't you think?" "Low? It's brilliant!" Molly exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We dress as clowns, blend right in. While you distract them with balloon animals, I'll swipe the goods." Bill sighed, resigned to his fate. He reached for the garish clown wig and oversized shoes, fumbling with the rubber nose. Molly grinned, applying her makeup with practiced ease. "Remember, no breaking character. We're there to entertain... and rob them blind." As they prepared to leave, Bill paused at the door. "What if a kid catches us?" Molly's laughter echoed through the basement. "Then we'll give them the performance of a lifetime. Now, let's go make some children cry."