Molly hunched over a cluttered tabletop strewn with half-eaten doughnuts and crumpled blueprints, tapping a marker against her chin contemplatively. Bill rummaged through a tattered duffel bag, looking for their infamous lock-picking kit, his movements producing a soft clinking sound that mingled with the room's stale air. "So, Bill, the big question..." Molly began, eyeing the pile of doughnuts before focusing on the blueprint. "How are we going to sneak into a kiddie party without looking suspicious? They'll sniff us out faster than you can say 'pin the tail on the donkeys'." Bill chuckled, finally procuring the lock-picking kit from its fabric depths. "We'll be entertainers, obviously. My cousin Jimmy could lend us a magician's outfit and a clown costume. Bet that buys us an hour before anyone smells a rat." Molly snorted, scribbling a note on the margin of the blueprint. "You in a clown costume? This I gotta see. But let's settle on the magician. Less face paint to worry about." "Agreed. Less itchy, too." Bill pointed at the map, his finger hovering over the layout of the backyard where the party was to be held. "We should hit right after the magic show, while the kids are hopped up on cake and chaos." "Timing, as always, is everything." Molly circled an area on the blueprint. "What about the gifts? We sneak 'em out the back?" "Nah." Bill shook his head, his face serious despite the absurdity of their conversation. "Too risky to move all that during the party. We stash them in the magic box. When we make our grand exit, the presents exit with us." "Bill, you're a genius!" Molly’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "A magician and a clown—wait, scratch that—just a magician, disappearing gifts! It's poetic." "And profitable." Bill grinned, zipping up the kit. "We gotta make sure we have a good distraction for the getaway. Maybe rig the piñata to explode with extra confetti. Chaos covers all sins, especially theft." "Right, the great piñata explosion of 2023." Molly laughed heartily, the sound bouncing off the bare walls. "This'll be one for the books. Anyway, got the guest list? We need to look legit if we're to fool the adults." Bill pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket, waving it triumphantly. "Got it right here. We’re down as ‘Mystic Moll and Bumbling Bill, Masters of Magic.’ Quite the ring, eh?" Molly nodded appreciatively. "Catchy. But 'bumbling' doesn’t inspire confidence, Bill. Let's hope your sleight of hand is smoother than your nickname suggests." "We’ll be fine as long as you remember your part. You're the charming one, remember? Keep 'em smiling, and they won't notice their wallets lighter until we're long gone." "Worried about me?" Molly raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "I can charm the stripes off a zebra, Billy boy. It’s you I’m worried about. Don’t drop the presents." "As if," Bill huffed, tossing the lockpick kit back onto the table with a clatter. "I’ll be smooth as silk. Now, practice your rabbit-from-the-hat trick. That’s our ticket in and cash out." Molly picked up the fake rabbit beside her, tossing it into the air with a flourish and catching it deftly. "With this rabbit as my witness, we’re about to pull off the greatest party heist the kids' circuit has ever seen." Bill nodded, his laughter echoing. "To magic and mischief, then."