Molly unfolded the elaborate blueprint of the children's party venue, a sprawling playground with ball pits and bouncy castles. Bill leaned in, his eyes scanning the diagram with a mixture of excitement and skepticism. "Okay, so we're going in through the clown entrance," Molly said, tracing her finger along the path. "We'll blend in with the face painters and balloon twisters." "Clown entrance?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean we have to wear clown suits?" "It's the perfect disguise," Molly assured him. "Who suspects a clown of being a thief?" "I do," Bill said dryly. "Especially if they're wearing a bright orange wig and a red nose." Molly shot him a look. "Hey, you're the one who insisted on being the one to actually steal the presents. You can't complain about the costume requirements." "I didn't know there were going to be so many...fluffy shoes involved," Bill muttered, eyeing the array of oversized shoes and novelty gloves laid out on the table. "Those are crucial to the illusion," Molly said firmly. "You'll be grateful for the extra grip when you're crawling through the ball pit." Bill sighed, rubbing his temples. "Remind me again why we're doing this." "Presents, Bill," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A whole room full of shiny, brand-new toys and games. We're going to make a killing on the black market." "And what's the haul?" Bill asked, still looking unconvinced. Molly grinned. "The birthday boy's parents are loaded. I'm talking Lego Death Stars, American Girl dolls, the works. We're talking thousands of dollars' worth of loot." Bill whistled, his reluctance momentarily forgotten. "Okay, I'm in. But if I get stuck in the ball pit, I'm blaming you." "Don't worry," Molly said, patting him on the shoulder. "I'll be right behind you, juggling three beach balls and making silly faces at the kids." Bill shuddered. "You're enjoying this way too much." Molly winked. "Hey, someone has to keep the mood light when we're committing felonies." Bill shook his head, but couldn't help chuckling. "You're a menace, Molly." "That's why they call me the Clown Queen of Thieves," Molly said, striking a pose. Bill snorted. "They don't call you that at all, Molly. They call you 'that one chick who got arrested at the Chuck E. Cheese's heist'." Molly's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Well, we're not going to get caught this time. We have a foolproof plan and a bunch of silly string." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You know that's not going to be enough to distract the parents, right?" Molly winked. "Leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Or rather, in my oversized novelty sleeve." Bill sighed, shaking his head. "I'm going to get stuck in the ball pit, aren't I?"