Molly sat in her dingy apartment, the aroma of stale cigarettes thick in the air. She gazed at the wall, covered with maps and newspaper clippings. Her eyes locked onto one particular article, detailing the upcoming birthday party of the richest child in town. "Bill, listen up," Molly said, picking up the phone. "I've got an idea for our next job." Bill's voice crackled through the line. "What is it this time, Molly? You know I'm all ears." Molly chuckled. "We're going to hit a children's party." There was a moment of silence. "A children's party?" Bill repeated, clearly surprised. "Yeah, Bill. A children's party. It's going to be the easiest score we've ever pulled. The parents will be too busy dealing with their brats to notice anything." Bill laughed. "And the presents? What do we do with them?" Molly grinned. "Sell them, of course. That's where the real money is. Plus, who doesn't love a good story about stealing from a bunch of spoiled kids?" Bill agreed, and the two began planning the heist. They discussed their outfits, deciding on disguises as clowns. Molly suggested bringing a bag of balloons to add to the chaos. "We'll create a distraction," she explained. "The kids will be so mesmerized by the balloons, they won't even notice us making off with their presents." Bill laughed. "You're a genius, Molly. This is going to be perfect." As they hung up the phone, Molly couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. This was going to be the best job yet. And with Bill by her side, there was no challenge too great for them to overcome. After all, they were the dynamic duo of heists, and nobody did it better.