Molly sat at an outdoor cafe, sipping her latte and glancing at the bustling crowd. She was decked out in her signature red wig, aviator sunnies, and an oversized hencing jacket, the better to blend in. A folded newspaper lay on the table, open to the classifieds section, where an ad for a children's party stood out in bold letters. Perfect, she thought to herself. She knew that Bill, her partner-in-crime, would be along any moment. True to her expectations, a scruffy, lanky man in dark jeans and a trench coat approached her table. He took a seat across from her and, in a low voice, said, "So, what's the job?" "Bill, you won't believe this," Molly began, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "We're gonna rob a... children's party." Bill arched an eyebrow, incredulous. "You're joking, right?" "Nope. I'm dead serious," she replied, tapping the newspaper ad with her manicured nail. "Check this out." Bill leaned in to read the ad: "Little Suzy's Superheroes and Princesses Birthday Bash. Jumping castles, face painting, cotton candy machines, and... wait for it... pony rides!" "Oh, this is too easy," Molly cackled. "Can you imagine the look on the little tikes' faces when they realize their presents have vanished into thin air?" Bill couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, you've got my attention