Molly sipped her black coffee, eyeing Bill over the rim. "Alright, genius, tell me again why we're robbing a kids' party?" Bill leaned in, his eyes alight with mischief. "Because, my dear Molly, it's where the good stuff is. Not just any good stuff, the newest, shiniest toys. Think of it as...kid-proofing our retirement." Molly snorted. "Our retirement? You mean after this, we're done with the life of crime?" Bill chuckled. "Ah, if only it were that simple. But yeah, a kid's party is the golden ticket. Minimal security, parents too busy networking to notice, and the best part? Everyone's too happy to see the clown." Molly smirked. "And by clown, you mean our inside man, right?" "Exactly! Joey, the 'Happy Hatter', isn’t just any clown. He’s our eyes and ears, plus he’s good at misdirection. Kids love him, parents trust him. It’s perfect!" Molly sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I’m still not convinced. What if we get caught?" Bill grinned, his confidence unwavering. "Then we'll just say we’re doing a public service, collecting data on the year’s hottest toys. Who’s going to doubt the legitimacy of that?" Molly shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You, Bill, are either a genius or completely insane." Bill winked. "Isn’t that the same thing, darling?"