Molly tucked her hair under a neon clown wig, whispering, "Bill, are we seriously doing this? Raiding a kiddie party?" Bill adjusted his oversized polka-dot tie. "Absolutely, Molly. There's a goldmine in there. Have you seen the prices of toys these days? Especially those limited edition Princess Penny dolls." Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but we’re dressed as clowns at a seven-year-old's birthday bash. Isn’t this a bit... ridiculous?" "Ridiculous or not, it's the perfect cover! Everyone's expecting clowns. No one suspects a thing!" Molly sighed, peeking around the corner. "Alright, what's the game plan then, genius?" Bill grinned, pulling out two oversized, colorful bags. "See these? They say 'Happy Clown Bag O' Fun' but soon they’ll be 'Happy Clown Bag O' Loot'! We mingle, we entertain, and little by little, we fill these babies up." "And the escape?" "We join the conga line. As everyone boogies, we boogie out the back door with the goodies." "This is either brilliant or the dumbest thing we’ve ever done." "Little bit of both, Molly. Now, come on, let's go make some children cry." Molly chuckled. "You're terrible, Bill." "You love it, Molls. Let's hustle."