Molly leaned against the wall, eyeing the colorful invitation. "So, Bill, we're robbing a children's birthday party. Classy move." Bill chuckled, adjusting his fake mustache. "Hey, if you think about it, it's genius. No one suspects the big, bad wolf at a kid's party." "Except we're not wolves, we're thieves. And stealing from kids? That's low, even for us." "Think of the haul, Molly. Toys, gadgets, maybe even some cash from those sneaky parents hiding money in gift bags." Molly sighed, tapping the invitation. "Alright, but we play it cool. No guns, no threats. We're just... party crashers." "Exactly! We blend in, mingle, and when the coast is clear, we swoop in and grab the loot." "And what, we dress up as clowns? Because that's the only way we're getting close to that pile of presents without raising suspicion." Bill grinned, pulling out two clown noses from his pocket. "Bingo! I knew you'd see it my way." Molly rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Fine, but if I get hit with a pie, I'm blaming you." "Deal. And if all goes well, we'll be laughing all the way to the bank... or at least to the nearest ice cream truck."