"Okay, Bill, we're really going to do this?" Molly whispered, peering through the hedges at the chaotic scene of children darting around in party hats. "Absolutely, Molly. It's genius. Who'd suspect a heist at a kid's birthday bash?" Bill replied, adjusting his fake mustache. "But isn't it a bit... I don't know, cruel? I mean, they're just kids," Molly said, eyeing a little girl squealing with delight over a doll. Bill rolled his eyes. "Cruel is the price of toys these days. We're not stealing their fun, just their loot. Besides, we'll be legends. The Great Birthday Bash Bonanza!" Molly sighed. "Fine, but we need a plan. There are at least twenty sugar-fueled urchins and their eagle-eyed parents." "Easy peasy. We'll blend in," Bill declared, pulling out two adult-sized clown costumes. "Oh, no. No way. I am not wearing that," Molly protested, backing away. "Come on, it's perfect! We'll be Clowns for Hire, here to provide 'additional entertainment.' We'll have full access," Bill insisted, tossing her a wig. Molly reluctantly put on the wig. "And when do we make our move?" "Cake time. The distraction will be maximal. We swoop in, grab the gifts, and vanish like the sugar in their juice boxes," Bill said with a grin. Molly shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face. "You're insane, you know that?" "Insane like a fox, Molly. Now, let's go paint on some smiles and get ready to party. This is one birthday they'll never forget!" Molly chuckled. "Only if we don't end up in clown jail." Bill winked. "Trust me, we'll be laughing all the way to the bank."