Molly leaned back in her chair, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "So, Bill, you ever been to a children's birthday party?" Bill shook his head, a skeptical look wrinkling his brow. "Can't say I have. Why? You planning on crashing one for old time's sake?" Molly chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Not just crashing, Bill. We're going to make it a night to remember. We're hitting the Johnson kid's sixth birthday bash. It's going to be a goldmine." Bill raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A goldmine, huh? What's the angle?" Molly leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "All the presents, Bill. Think about it. Parents going all out, top-notch toys, gadgets, maybe even some jewelry. It's a jackpot waiting to happen." Bill scratched his chin, considering the proposition. "Alright, I'm in. But how do we pull this off without getting caught? Kids are unpredictable." Molly tapped her finger against her lips, a thoughtful expression on her face. "We go in undercover. You be the clown, I'll be the magician. We mingle, we entertain, and while everyone's distracted, we make off with the loot." Bill snorted, a laugh escaping him. "A clown and a magician? Really, Molly?" Molly shrugged, unbothered. "Hey, it's perfect. Who's going to suspect a clown and a magician? Plus, we get to wear ridiculous outfits. It's a win-win." Bill shook his head, but a grin tugged at his lips. "Alright, you've got a point. But what about the parents? They're not going to be as easily fooled." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "We'll keep them entertained too. You do your juggling, I'll pull some sleight of hand. By the time they realize something's off, we'll be long gone." Bill nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "Okay, so we scope out the place beforehand. Make sure we know where everything is. And we need a getaway plan, just in case." Molly nodded enthusiastically. "Agreed. We'll have a backup vehicle, and we'll stash the loot in a safe house. No one will be the wiser." Bill leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "Alright, Molly. You've sold me. Let's make this the heist of the century." Molly stood up, extending her hand. "To the Johnson kid's birthday bash, and to the best heist we've ever pulled." Bill took her hand, shaking it firmly. "To the best heist ever." As they shook hands, the room seemed to fill with the electric energy of their shared excitement. The plan was set, the stage was ready, and the heist of a lifetime was about to unfold.