Molly leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the brightly colored invitation. "So, we're hitting a children's birthday party," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. Bill, adjusting his fake mustache in the mirror, nodded. "Yep, the Johnson twins' fifth birthday bash. Should be a goldmine." Molly chuckled, folding the invitation and slipping it into her pocket. "Only us, Bill. Only us. But seriously, a children's party? What’s the angle?" "Think about it, Molls. Rich parents, desperate to impress. They'll go all out on those presents. Plus, who’s gonna suspect a couple of thieves at a kiddie party?" Molly paced the room, her fingers tapping against her chin. "True. But we need a solid plan. We can’t just waltz in there and start swiping gifts." Bill grinned, turning to face her. "Already got it covered. We’ll pose as entertainment. I’ll be 'Captain Clown', and you can be 'Miss Magic'." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Captain Clown? Really?" "Hey, it’s better than 'Bozo'," Bill retorted, waving a hand dismissively. "We’ll mingle, make friends, and when the time is right, we make our move." "And the kids?" Molly asked, concern flickering across her face. "We’ll be gentle. Promise. Just a few distractions, a bit of magic, and we’re out with the loot before anyone’s the wiser." Molly sighed, but a smile tugged at her lips. "Alright, Captain Clown. Let’s get to work. We need costumes, props, the whole shebang." Bill clapped his hands together. "Already on it. I’ve got a contact who can hook us up with everything we need. Face paint, oversized shoes, the works." Molly shook her head, laughing softly. "This is insane. But I have to admit, it’s kind of brilliant." "That’s the spirit," Bill said, bumping his shoulder against hers. "We’ll be the most unforgettable clowns those kids ever saw." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her grin. "Just don’t forget, we’re in this for the haul, not for the laughs." "No worries there," Bill assured her. "I’ve got a nose for the big score. And this party? It’s gonna be a jackpot." Molly nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Alright, let’s do this. But one rule: no harm to the kids. We stick to the plan, and we get out clean." "Deal," Bill said, extending his hand. Molly took it, their grips firm. As they shook on it, the room seemed to buzz with the electric thrill of the heist to come. Molly’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and Bill’s mustache twitched with anticipation. "To the Johnson twins’ birthday bash," Molly toasted, lifting an imaginary glass. "And to the best damn clowns this side of the Atlantic," Bill added, his grin widening. Together, they turned their attention to the task ahead, ready to blend in, charm their way through, and make off with the goods—all while wearing the biggest, brightest smiles.