Molly sat across from Bill at the small café, her eyes darting nervously around the room as she took sips of her coffee. It was late at night, and the place was empty except for a few other caffeine addicts like themselves. "So, you're sure the security system is disabled?" Molly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Bill nodded emphatically, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Absolutely, Positively. The owner thought it was just a routine check. Little did he know, I've been planning this heist for weeks." Molly let out a sigh of relief. "Good, because I don't think I could handle another close call like that museum job." She shuddered at the memory of almost getting caught by the guards. "Don't worry, Molly," Bill reassured her. "This one's going to be a piece of cake. We're talking about a children's party, not the friggin' FBI." Molly chuckled nervously. "I hope you're right. But what about the parents? They'll be there, right?" Bill waved his hand dismissively. "They'll be too busy watching their little angels to notice us. Plus, we'll be dressed as clowns. Who's gonna suspect two clowns of being thieves?" Molly frowned. "That's true. But what if someone does recognize us?" Bill grinned. "Then we'll just have to distract them with some magic tricks or balloon animals." He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and flipped through the pages. "I've got some good ones up my sleeve." Molly rolled her eyes. "Very funny. Let's get down to business. What time do we need to be there?" Bill checked his watch. "We've got an hour before the party starts. That should give us enough time to scope out the place and figure out where the presents are being kept." "And what about the exit strategy?" Molly asked. Bill smirked. "Leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve for that as well." As they left the café, Molly couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. Despite the risks involved, there was something thrilling about pulling off a heist, especially one that involved stealing from kids. They arrived at the venue an hour later, dressed head-to-toe in brightly colored clown costumes. Molly felt like a complete fool, but she knew it was all part of the act. Bill led her through the back entrance, past the kitchen, and into the main hall where the party was being held. The place was decorated with balloons, streamers, and a massive cake in the shape of a castle. There were already a few kids running around, screaming with delight. Molly watched as Bill slipped into a corner, pretending to tie his shoelace while he surreptitiously surveyed the room. She stood by the entrance, keeping an eye out for any suspicious adults. After a few minutes, Bill returned to her side, a sly grin on his face. "I've got good news and bad news," he whispered. Molly braced herself. "What's the bad news?" "The presents are being kept in a locked room at the back of the hall," Bill replied. "But I think I know how to get past the security system." Molly let out a sigh of relief. "And the good news?" Bill's grin widened. "The good news is that there's a door in the room where the presents are kept that leads straight outside. We won't even have to deal with the kids." Molly couldn't believe it. This was going to be easier than she thought. She felt a twinge of guilt, but pushed it aside. After all, it was just a bunch of toys, right? They spent the next hour mingling with the kids, playing games, and handing out balloon animals. Molly even managed to teach a few of them a magic trick or two. As the party started to wind down, Bill made his move. He excused himself from a group of children and slipped into the locked room at the back of the hall. Molly watched nervously from the entrance, her heart racing. A few minutes later, Bill emerged, a large gift bag in his hand. He winked at Molly and made his way towards the exit. Molly followed close behind, her eyes darting around the room to make sure they weren't seen. As they slipped out the door and into the night, Molly let out a sigh of relief. Another successful heist under their belts. But she couldn't help but wonder what they were going to do with all those stolen toys.