Molly, a woman of diminutive stature with a mop of curly red hair, sat across from Bill, a lanky man with a bushy mustache that twitched as he spoke. They were huddled in a dimly lit corner booth of a seedy bar, nursing their drinks and discussing their next heist. "I've got it, Bill," Molly said, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're going to hit the jackpot at the Johnson's kid's party." Bill raised an eyebrow, his mustache quivering in surprise. "A kid's party? Are you mad, Molly?" Molly leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Think about it, Bill. The Johnson's throw the biggest bashes in town. There'll be a mountain of presents, and while everyone's busy with the clowns and the magic show, we'll make our move." Bill scratched his mustache, considering the plan. "But Molly, we're not exactly...unnoticeable. What if we get caught?" Molly chuckled, pulling out a pair of clown noses from her pocket. "That's the beauty of it, Bill. We'll blend in. Dress up as clowns, juggle a bit, make some balloon animals, and before anyone knows it, we'll have all the presents loaded into our van." Bill's mustache twitched again, this time in amusement. "Balloon animals? Molly, you can't even tie your shoelaces properly." Molly glared at him, her freckles standing out against her flushed cheeks. "I can too, Bill. I've been practicing. Watch this." She grabbed a balloon from her pocket and began twisting it into a shape that vaguely resembled a poodle. Bill laughed, slapping his knee. "Well, I'll be. You've got a future in the circus, Molly." Molly rolled her eyes, tossing the balloon poodle at Bill. "Just stick to the plan, Bill. We're in and out, quick and quiet. And before you know it, we'll be living large on the Johnson's dime." Bill caught the balloon, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, Molly. I'm in. But I get to be the one who drives the getaway van." Molly shrugged, downing the rest of her drink. "Fine by me, Bill. Just don't forget the clown noses." As they left the bar, laughing and bickering about balloon animals and getaway vehicles, neither of them noticed the pair of watchful eyes following their every move. The Johnson's party was going to be a lot more interesting than anyone had anticipated.