Molly leaned back in her chair, the dim light of the motel room casting shadows on her face. "So, Bill, we're going to a children's birthday party," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Bill, sprawled on the bed with a map of the local community center, looked up, a grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, Molly, a children's party. It's genius. No one suspects the presents. They're too busy watching kids stuff their faces with cake." Molly rolled her eyes. "Genius or not, it's low. We're going to steal from kids?" "Hey, it's not like we're taking their toys away. We're just borrowing the presents. We'll give them back, maybe even with interest," Bill defended, his fingers tracing the route they'd take to the storage room where the gifts would be piled. "Interest? In what, lint and broken dreams?" Molly scoffed, crossing her arms. Bill sat up, his expression serious. "Look, Mol, we need this. The market's dry, and this is a goldmine. Plus, it's a community center. The security's tighter on a paperclip factory." Molly sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Fine. But we do this clean. No mess, no fuss. We're in, we're out. No one gets hurt." "Deal," Bill agreed, extending his hand. Molly shook it reluctantly. "So, how do we pull this off?" Molly asked, her curiosity piqued despite her reservations. Bill's grin returned. "Simple. We dress up. You be the fairy godmother, I'll be the clown. We blend in, mingle, and when the coast is clear, we make a dash for the stash." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A clown and a fairy godmother? Really, Bill?" "Hey, it works. They'll be too busy laughing at my jokes to notice the presents disappearing," Bill chuckled, already picturing the scene. "Your jokes, or the fact that you look like a deranged circus reject?" Molly teased. Bill waved off her comment. "Details. We'll need a distraction. Something big, something flashy." "Like what? A magic show?" Molly suggested, her tone skeptical. "Perfect! You can pull rabbits out of hats, and I'll juggle fire. It'll be a party within a party," Bill exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious. Molly couldn't help but smile. "Alright, but if I end up in a clown car with you, I'm out." "It's a deal. Now, let's get to work on those costumes. We need to look the part," Bill said, already rummaging through his bag for materials. Molly watched him for a moment, a mix of amusement and exasperation on her face. "You know, for a thief, you sure do love parties." Bill looked up, a twinkle in his eye. "Life's too short not to enjoy the chaos, Molly. Besides, where else can you juggle fire and get away with it?" Molly shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Alright, let's get this over with." As they set to work on their disguises, the room filled with the sounds of laughter and the occasional mock argument, a pair of thieves preparing to pull off the most unusual heist of their careers.