"Molly, how can you be so calm about breaking into a kiddie party?" Bill whispered, pulling the black ski mask over his face. "Relax, Bill. Just think of it as a 'borstal party extravaganza'," Molly replied with a wink, tucking a hairpin into her pocket. Bill scoffed, "Yeah, criminal mastermind Molly strikes again, straight out of central prison." "One step at a time, partner," Molly chuckled. "First, we blend in with the clowns. You stick to the mime act. I heard silence is golden at these things." "Right, because children love silent mimes," Bill murmured. "Here's the plan," Molly stage-whispered, unfolding a shabby piece of paper. "We storm the 'Hogwarts Special Surprise' area. I've got my eye on the 'Grinch's Gift Monster'. Should be easy pickings." Bill glanced at the poster of it – a giant labeled 'Find the slime!'. "And you're betting it's stuffed to the brim? With, uh, legal presents?" Molly smirked. "Legal, illegal, all I've gotta do is a little 'taxi-van miracle'. Trust me, my grandpa _used_ to be a magician." "Great," Bill muttered. "So we rob them blind, volunteer our services as freaky entertainers, and do a van disappear. What's not to love?" "Two words, Bill. 'Get clowned.'" "Fine, three words then. But after tonight, we're retired. Adventure park it is, or food bank. At least the kids love the bananas!" Molly’s eyes twinkled under her mask. "Best. OrgyEverHappened. After this heist, fun times at the local zoological readiness initiatives. You in?" Bill sighed, "Oh, you thieves! You've got no choice, do you?" "Nope!" Molly said, as they crept towards the party. "And remember, silence is golden, silly walks are silver, and whatever you do, don’t talk about the giant slime!"