Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "So, Bill, you ever thought about hitting a children's party? I mean, not for the kids, but for the loot?" Bill raised an eyebrow, his skepticism clear. "A children's party? Molly, are you high? Those are just toys and candy." "Exactly!" Molly exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Think about it. No security cameras, no guards, just a bunch of oblivious parents and their precious little bundles of joy. We could be in and out before anyone even notices the presents are gone." Bill rubbed his chin, considering. "Alright, I'll bite. But how do we even get in? Those places are usually pretty tight-knit." Molly leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Simple. We go in as clowns. Everyone loves clowns, right? We get hired for the party, do a few tricks, and while everyone's distracted, we make off with the goods." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Clowns, huh? You really think that'll work?" "Trust me, Bill. I've done my research. Clowns are the ultimate party decoys. Plus, we can wear those big shoes and floppy hats to hide our faces. No one will even know it's us." Bill nodded slowly, a grin forming on his face. "Alright, Molly. You've got me sold. But what about the presents? Those things are usually wrapped. How do we know what we're stealing?" Molly tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Good point. We'll have to do a little recon beforehand. Scope out the guest list, find out who's bringing what. We'll target the high-end stuff—video game consoles, designer clothes, that kind of thing." Bill leaned back, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "This is crazy, Molly. But you know what? Crazy might just work." Molly clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm infectious. "That's the spirit, Bill! Now, let's get to work on those clown outfits. I was thinking we go for a classic red and white theme. You know, traditional but with a twist." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "You really have thought of everything, haven't you?" "Of course! This is going to be the heist of the century. A children's party, Bill! Who would ever suspect it?" Bill stood up, stretching his arms. "Alright, Molly. Let's do this. But one thing's for sure—if we're going to be clowns, we better be good ones. No half-assing this." Molly nodded, her grin widening. "Oh, don't worry. I've got just the act in mind. We'll be the hit of the party... and the last thing those parents see before we make off with their precious presents." Bill chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Only you, Molly. Only you."