Molly and Bill huddled in the dimly lit alley, their eyes darting nervously as they discussed their latest scheme. "So, what's the plan?" Bill whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of traffic. Molly grinned mischievously. "We're gonna hit the mother lode, Billy boy. A kids' birthday party." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "A birthday party? Are you nuts?" "Think about it," Molly insisted. "Tons of presents, all wrapped up nice and neat. Easy pickings." "But... it's for kids," Bill protested weakly. Molly rolled her eyes. "Since when did you grow a conscience? Besides, these are rich brats. They won't miss a few gifts." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Fine. How do we get in?" "I've got it all figured out," Molly said, her eyes gleaming. "We dress up as clowns." "Clowns?" Bill groaned. "I hate clowns." "Tough luck, partner. It's foolproof. We entertain, we distract, we grab the loot." Bill shook his head, resigned. "This is gonna end badly. I can feel it." Molly punched his arm playfully. "Where's your sense of adventure? Trust me, it'll be a piece of cake."