Molly hunched over the kitchen table, her eyes darting between a crudely drawn map and a half-eaten slice of pizza. Bill paced behind her, nervously twirling a party blower between his fingers. "You sure about this, Mol?" Bill asked, his voice cracking. Molly rolled her eyes. "It's foolproof. We go in dressed as clowns, blend in with the entertainment, and snatch the loot while everyone's distracted by the magician." Bill's face contorted with worry. "But... it's a kid's party. Doesn't that seem a bit... y'know, wrong?" "Wrong? Bill, we're thieves. It's what we do," Molly retorted, circling a spot on the map with a greasy finger. The room fell silent as Bill contemplated their plan. Molly stood up, stretching her arms above her head. She walked to the fridge, pulled out two sodas, and tossed one to Bill. "Think of it this way," Molly said, cracking open her can. "We're teaching those little brats a valuable life lesson." Bill caught the soda, fumbling it slightly. "And what's that?" Molly grinned mischievously. "Trust no one, especially not clowns."