Molly glanced around the dim alleyway, her eyes darting towards the colorful banners strung up across the street. "Bill, have you lost your marbles? We're not really going to rob a children's party, are we?" Bill adjusted the black ski mask over his graying hair and shrugged. "Why not? Easy in, easy out, no security, and tons of loot. Plus, who's gonna suspect a couple of old coots like us?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Old coots? I'll have you know, I'm still in my prime!" Bill chuckled. "Sure thing, kiddo. Now, listen up. We'll wait until the cake is served, then slip in through the back door. The presents will be piled up under the tree, just waiting for us to snatch 'em up." "But what about the kids? Won't they notice?" Molly whispered, wringing her hands nervously. "Ah, they'll be too busy stuffing their faces with sweets. Besides, you'll be in disguise. I've got you a clown costume." Bill held up a fluffy, multi-colored wig. Molly groaned. "And what will you be wearing?" "I'll be the magician who made all the presents disappear!" Bill flashed a toothy grin. Molly sighed. "Alright, let's pull off one last heist. But promise me we'll retire after this!" "Deal, Molly. Retirement is just around the corner." Bill winked.