"Seriously, Bill?" Molly asked, peering through the cracked door at a room buzzing with the chaos of a dozen seven-year-olds shrieking and playing pass the parcel. "A children's party? Is this what our lives have come to?" Bill, ever the pragmatist, adjusted his clown nose, already halfway stuffed into his pocket. "Come on, Moll," he said, his voice muffled. "This is prime pickings! Imagine the loot! Candy, toys, even that giant inflatable bounce house they're setting up. It's basically a treasure trove for adults." "Adults who still get excited over a bouncy house," Molly scoffed. "And candy? What, are we five? This is amateur hour, Bill. We're supposed to be professionals." "And the professionals are starving," Bill countered, his eyes fixed on the table stacked with presents, each one wrapped in brightly colored paper. "Look at all that sweet, sweet loot, Moll. Imagine the resale value on a limited edition Nerf gun!" Molly sighed. "Fine," she conceded, her eyes already flickering with mischief. "But we're splitting the spoils fifty-fifty. No arguments." "Deal," Bill chirped, already heading towards the overcrowded party. "Now, what's the plan? I can't exactly march in with a sack of candy and shout 'Trick or Treat!'" "Of course not," Molly muttered, pulling a faded pink tutu from her backpack. "We're going incognito. The perfect disguise for seasoned criminals." "You're wearing that?" Bill choked out, staring at the tutu with a mixture of shock and awe. "That wouldn't fool a blind man." "It's all about the illusion, Bill," Molly said, adjusting the tutu with a self-assured smirk. "We'll be the most harmless-looking party guests ever. Trust me, nobody suspects the tutu-clad lady with a clown nose." "I'm not sure what's more concerning, the tutu or your logic," Bill muttered, but his eyes held a glint of hesitant excitement. He looked around the room, his hand already reaching for the clown nose in his pocket. "But if we can pull this off…it might be our most memorable heist yet." "Just make sure you don't try to steal the bounce house," Molly warned, already making her way through the gaggle of excited children. "I'm not about to carry an inflatable castle on public transport." "Hey, a man can dream," Bill muttered with a sigh, following her, his face obscured by the crumpled clown nose. The children's party was certainly a far cry from the diamond heists and bank vaults they usually frequented, but there was a certain thrill to it, a chaotic, gleeful energy that somehow felt strangely fitting for this bizarre duo. After all, when it came to the art of the heist, even the most experienced thief had to admit: sometimes, the greatest treasures are the ones that bring a smile to your face. And in this case, that treasure was a whole lot of candy and a giant, inflatable bounce house.