Molly and Bill sat huddled in the alleyway, their eyes fixed on the colorful banners flapping in the wind. "You sure this is the place?" Bill asked, scratching his stubbly chin. Molly nodded, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Positive. The birthday boy's parents are loaded, and they've gone all out for this party. Presents galore, just waiting for us." Bill let out a low whistle. "Sounds too good to be true." "It's not," Molly said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we've got to be careful. Kids are unpredictable, and we don't want anyone blowing our cover." Bill snorted. "Unpredictable? It's a kid's party. I've got a plan that'll have us in and out before anyone even notices." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Do tell." "We'll dress up like clowns," Bill said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've got the outfits back at the van. People expect clowns at parties, right? We'll blend right in." Molly laughed. "I like it. But just remember, we're not there to entertain. We're there to steal." Bill's smirk grew wider. "Don't worry, I've got that part covered too." Together, they slipped out of the alleyway and towards the party, clown suits hidden beneath their coats. Molly could feel her heart racing with anticipation. This was going to be their biggest heist yet.