Molly sipped her coffee and eyed Bill suspiciously. "A children's party? Seriously?" Bill shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for some good old-fashioned loot." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine, but let's at least make it funny. You know, make it a comedy heist." Bill grinned. "Oh, you mean like a hilarious dance routine to distract the parents while we swipe the goods?" Molly chuckled. "Something like that. But we'll need a cover story. What are we, magicians?" Bill leaned back in his chair, tapping his chin. "How about clowns? We can wear big red noses and wigs, and say we're there to entertain the kids." Molly shook her head. "Nah, too obvious. How about we pose as party planners? We can wear fancy suits and carry fake clipboards." Bill liked the sound of that. "Brilliant! And when the parents start asking about the presents, we'll just say we're returning them for quality control issues." They high-fived, their excitement growing. "We're going to be the life of this party," Molly said with a mischievous grin. Bill laughed. "Just don't eat any of the cake, it's probably laced with drugs."