"Well, Bill, I think we got ourselves a plan," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We're going to crash this kid's birthday party and make off with all the loot." "Are you sure this is a good idea, Molly?" Bill replied, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I mean, it's a children's party. We're talking about stealing from kids here." "Oh, don't be such a softie," Molly retorted. "These aren't just any kids. This is the son of some big-shot CEO, and they're rolling in dough. Trust me, they won't even miss a few toys." "Alright, alright," Bill sighed. "But how are we going to pull this off? We can't just walk in there and start grabbing presents." "Of course not," Molly said with a grin. "We'll go in disguised as party entertainers. I'll be the magician, and you can be my assistant." "Your assistant?" Bill blurted out. "Why do I have to be your assistant?" "Because you're the one with the skinny build and the nimble fingers," Molly explained. "You'll be perfect for sneaking around and grabbing the goods while I keep everyone entertained." "Okay, fine," Bill huffed. "But what happens if someone recognizes us?" "Don't worry about that," Molly said, waving her hand dismissively. "We'll be in costume, and nobody ever suspects the entertainers. Besides, we'll be in and out of there before anyone knows what hit them." "I hope you're right," Bill muttered as he started to put on his clown costume. "This whole thing feels really risky." "Ah, come on, Bill," Molly laughed as she tied a fake mustache to her lip. "Where's your sense of adventure? This is going to be the heist of the century!"