In the heart of a bustling city, nestled between a bakery and a florist, lay the epicenter of Molly and Bill's next grand escapade - a children's party venue named "Joyful Jamboree." The duo, clad in casual attire to blend with the urban mosaic, sat across each other in a quaint café, their eyes frequently flickering towards their target. A steaming cup of coffee sat untouched between them, the aroma wafting gently in the air as they meticulously pored over a hand-drawn map of the venue. The chatter of patrons and the clatter of cutlery served as a rhythmic backdrop to their hushed conversation. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, her fingers tracing the labyrinth of corridors and rooms illustrated on the parchment. "We enter through the kitchen, avoid the main hall, and make a beeline for the gift room." Bill nodded, his gaze fixated on the crudely sketched gift room. "And what about the clown?" he asked, a hint of skepticism lacing his tone. "He's the wild card in this little adventure." "We improvise," Molly replied, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "Remember, Bill, a good heist isn't about avoiding surprises, but embracing them with open arms and a ready wit." Bill chuckled, raising his cup in an impromptu toast. "To the clown, then. May he provide us with an evening to remember." And with that, the two thieves drained their cups, the remnants of their plan swirling in the depths of the dark liquid as they prepared to embark on their comedic heist.