Molly and Bill sat across from each other at a small, round table in the back of a dimly lit pub. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke, the remnants of a busy night. The pub was now quiet, the perfect setting for a clandestine meeting of two thieves. "So, Bill, my old mate," Molly began, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table, "I hear you've got a plan for us to make a nice little earnings this week." Bill, a grizzled man with a permanent five o'clock shadow, flashed a crooked smile. "Indeed, Molly, my dear friend. I've got a real treat for us. A children's party, of all things. It's gonna be a cakewalk." "A children's party?" Molly raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and amusement on her face. "That's a new one. Usually, we're breaking into mansions or art galleries, not pinched-nose kiddos' birthday bashes." "Ah, but this isn't just any children's party," Bill explained, his eyes glinting with excitement. "It's for the son of a very wealthy family. The kid's turning five, and from what I hear, the presents are gonna be something else. Toys, games, maybe even a pony. We're talking about a pile of gifts worth a small fortune." "So, we just waltz in there, grab the presents, and make a run for it?" Molly asked, her tone skeptical. "Sounds a bit too easy. What's the catch?" "Well," Bill continued, leaning back and taking a swig from his beer bottle, "the party's gonna be at this massive estate, with security guards and all. But here's the beauty of it: the guards are there to keep unwanted guests out, not to monitor the presents. From what my sources tell me, once the gifts are brought inside, they're stacked in one room, unattended. We find a way to get past those guards, and we're golden." Molly paused for a moment, considering the plan. "Security guards, huh? How many we talkin' about?" "Two at the front gate and one patrolling the grounds," Bill replied confidently. "But don't worry, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve to handle them. Fake ID badges, a bit of fancy footwork, and those guards won't know what hit 'em." "And what about the parents? Won't they notice two strange faces sniffing around?" "Costumes, my dear Molly," Bill said, his voice taking on a dramatic tone. "We dress up as party entertainers. Face paint, costumes, the whole shebang. We'll blend right in with the clowns and magicians." Molly sat back, a sly smile spreading across her face. "I like it, Bill. It's daring, it's audacious. I can already hear the laughter as we make our escape. Let's show those kids a real magic trick."