The dimly lit alleyway reeked of stale beer and questionable decisions, but Molly and Bill paid it no mind. Their eyes gleamed with mischief as they huddled together, plotting their next caper. "So, you're telling me we're gonna hit a kids' party?" Bill whispered, a hint of disbelief in his voice. Molly nodded enthusiastically. "Think about it, Bill. Parents go all out for these things. We're talking top-notch loot." Bill scratched his chin, considering the prospect. "I dunno, Molls. Doesn't seem quite kosher, robbing a bunch of ankle-biters." "Relax, we'll be in and out before they can say 'hand over the bouncy castle.'" Molly's grin widened as she laid out the plan. "We'll dress up as clowns, blend right in. Those snot-nosed brats will be too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us swiping their haul." Bill couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "Alright, you twisted my arm. But if we get busted, I'm blaming you and your insatiable desire for Easy-Bake Ovens." Molly clapped him on the back. "That's the spirit! Now, let's go put the 'heist' in 'heist party.'"