Molly sprawled on the worn couch, surrounded by crumpled up party invitations, discarded candy wrappers, and torn balloons. She flicked a stray strand of hair out of her face, her eyes fixed on the colorful mess. "Alfonzo's Amazing Animal Adventure" screamed the banner stretched across the back wall of the dingy apartment. Bill, lounging in the armchair opposite her, snorted. "What's the plan, Moll?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like a late-night radio host. "The plan, my dear Bill," Molly began, "is to crash the most epic children's party Kenilworth has ever seen. We're talking clowns, magicians, bouncing castles – the whole nine yards. And, of course, a veritable mountain of presents." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You want to steal from kids?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Not from the kids, per se. From their naive, indulgent parents. Who, might I add, are probably too busy taking Instagram-perfect photos to notice their little darlings' gifts disappearing." Bill snorted. "You're a regular Robin Hood, Moll – stealing from the privileged to give to... well, ourselves." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, someone's got to redistribute the wealth. And I'm happy to take one for the team." She tossed Bill a crumpled invitation, which he smoothed out, examining it with interest. "Alfonzo's Amazing Animal Adventure, eh? Sounds like a real zoo." Molly giggled. "Oh, it will be. Trust me. I've got a contact on the inside – one of the party favors suppliers owes me a favor. We'll blend in with the clown squad, and by the time the kids are screaming 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey,' we'll be long gone with the loot." Bill's eyes widened. "You've got a clown costume ready, I hope?" Molly waggled her eyebrows. "Better. I've got a full-blown, red-nose, oversized-shoe, squirt-gun-in-the-pocket deal going on. You, on the other hand, get to be the 'mascot handler.'" Bill shuddered. "The things I do for you, Moll." With a flourish, Molly produced a battered briefcase from behind the couch. "Time to get down to business. We've got a party to crash, and some serious gift-lifting to do." As they pored over the party layout, Molly's laughter echoed through the squalid apartment, mingling with the faint scent of stale pizza and something slightly more illicit – the promise of a heist about to go very, very right.