Molly paced back and forth in the dingy motel room, her eyes darting between the window and her partner, Bill, who sat slumped on the bed. "Alright, Bill, let's go over this one more time," Molly said, her voice tight with anticipation. Bill sighed and rubbed his temples. "Do we have to? I think I've got it by now." "Yes, we have to. This is serious business." "It's a children's birthday party, Mol. How serious can it be?" Molly stopped pacing and glared at him. "Those presents are our ticket to easy street, my friend. Now focus. What's step one?" Bill rolled his eyes. "We dress up as clowns." "And?" "And we blend in with the other entertainment." Molly nodded approvingly. "Good. Then what?" "We mingle, scope out the gift table, and wait for the right moment." "Which is?" "When they bring out the cake and everyone's distracted." "Exactly," Molly said, resuming her pacing. "And then?" Bill groaned. "Do I really have to say it?" "Yes, you do. I need to know you're committed." "Fine. We stuff as many presents as we can into our oversized clown pants and make a run for it." Molly clapped her hands together. "Perfect! See? That wasn't so hard." "I still think this is a terrible idea," Bill muttered. "Oh, come on. Where's your sense of adventure?" "I left it behind when you suggested we rob a bunch of kids." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "They're rich kids. They'll get over it." "And what if we get caught?" Bill asked. "We won't. Trust me." "That's what you said about the hamster heist, and look how that turned out." Molly winced. "Okay, that was a slight miscalculation. But this time it's foolproof." "Foolproof? We're dressing up as clowns to steal from children. There's nothing foolproof about that." "It's brilliant because it's so ridiculous. No one will suspect a thing." Bill shook his head. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." "Oh, stop being such a baby. Think of the payoff!" "What payoff? We're stealing toys and gift cards." Molly grinned. "Ah, but you're forgetting about the piece de resistance." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Which is?" "The birthday boy's great-aunt is loaded. Word on the street is she always gives a check for ten grand." Bill's eyes widened. "Ten grand? Why didn't you lead with that?" "Because I wanted to see if you were in it for the thrill or the money." "And?" Molly shrugged. "Jury's still out. Now, let's talk exit strategy." Bill leaned forward, suddenly interested. "I'm listening." "Once we've got the loot, we'll use the chaos of the party games as cover. I'm thinking a well-timed pie to the face of the nearest adult should do the trick." "And then we just... walk out?" "Not quite. We'll have a getaway vehicle waiting. You know how to drive a unicycle, right?" Bill's face fell. "Please tell me you're joking." Molly burst out laughing. "Of course I am. We'll have a car waiting around the corner. But the look on your face was priceless!" "Very funny," Bill grumbled. "Anything else I should know?" "Just one thing," Molly said, her expression turning serious. "Whatever you do, don't eat the cake. It's a distraction, remember?" Bill nodded solemnly. "No cake. Got it." "Alright, partner," Molly said, extending her hand. "Ready to make some kids cry?" Bill hesitated for a moment before shaking her hand. "Let's do this."