Molly and Bill crouched behind the oversized bushes, their eyes fixated on the colorful banners and inflatable castles in the distance. The laughter and squeals of children filled the air, and Molly couldn't help but smirk at the irony of their latest heist target: a children's party. "You sure this is the right place, Mol?" Bill asked, adjusting his black ski mask. "Seems a little...low stakes." Molly rolled her eyes. "Trust me, Billsy. These rich parents spare no expense on their kids' parties. Think designer toys, gold-plated gadgets, the works. We'll be set for months." Bill's skepticism faded, replaced by a devious grin. "Alright, what's the plan?" Molly leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "We wait until the clown arrives. When he distracts the crowd, we slip in, grab the presents, and make a run for it. Simple." Bill snorted. "Simple? With hundreds of kids and their parents watching? Good luck, partner." Molly winked. "Oh, don't worry. I've got a little something to ensure our smooth getaway." She patted a small pouch hidden in her pocket. "Sneezing powder. One puff, and those kiddos will be sneezing their heads off. Chaos will ensue, leaving us plenty of time to escape." Bill chuckled. "Well, I'll be damned. You really have thought of everything, haven't you?" As the clown's car pulled into the driveway, Molly and Bill shared one last nod before springing into action, ready to make their hilarious heist a reality.