Molly fidgeted in the dingy alleyway, her attire mimicking that of a birthday clown. "Bill, are you sure we couldn't get more cash another way? That bingo hall down the block looked promising." Bill, disguised as both a magician and an acrobat, adjusted his top hat. "Listen, Molly, I'm telling you, we pull this off and we'll have enough cash to retire. Besides, kid's parties can't afford anything but cheap security." Molly groaned, fluffing her red-and-yellow wig. "You always had a thing for children's parties. Knowing how to make balloon animals and card tricks doesn't automatically make you a pro." "Hey, you're the one with zero karate skills sneaking out after the kids go to bed. Just keep the clown makeup on your face until your stunt." Bill's sleek smile betrayed his confidence. "The parents will be too drunk on punch to notice our disappearing acts." "Wonderful. But what about the damn piñata sticking out like a sore thumb?" "Ah, that piñata. Just fill it with your stolen loot and let the kids go wild. That'll buy us time to get our hands on the presents." Bill winked. "And once we're done? How do we get out without blowing our cover?" Bill's lips curled up. "We escape amidst the chaos during the piñata finale, then disappear under our fake balloons. Or you could try to win them over with a killer balloon animal." Molly barked laughter. "Alright, let's get this over and done with. Make me the next Picasso of balloons." She held out her flabbergasted hand. Bill chuckled, taking it. "Deal. Let's see if the birthday girl's gift includes a brand new holiday, shall we?" Handshake secured, Molly straightened her costume, anticipation pulsating through her. "Come on, partner. We're about to make a dream come true." The two rambunctious rogues crept towards the gate, ready to celebrate their unique heist in the chaotic world of sugar-induced squeals.