The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and regret, but that didn't faze Molly and Bill. They huddled together, their eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, let me get this straight," Molly whispered, her voice laced with excitement. "We're going to crash a kid's party and make off with all the loot?" Bill nodded, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Yup, and not just any party – the Richie Riches' shindig. Those little brats will be swimming in presents." Molly rubbed her hands together, her mind already whirring with possibilities. "Genius! Nobody expects a couple of seasoned thieves to target a bunch of snotty-nosed rugrats." "Exactly," Bill said, reaching into his bag and pulling out two brightly colored wigs. "That's why we're going in disguise. You'll be Giggles the Clown, and I'll be Bozo." Molly snorted, barely containing her laughter. "Bozo? Really? You're going to terrify those poor kids!" Bill shrugged, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "All the better for swiping their goodies." As they slipped on their outrageous disguises, Molly couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. This heist was going to be one for the books.