"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a genius plan. Who expects thieves to hit a kiddie party?" Molly said, studying the blueprints of the community center. "Who indeed? But what's the haul? Plastic toys and rubber chickens?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, but it's not just the toys, my friend. It's the art of the heist. We're not just thieves, we're performance artists," Molly replied, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Performance artists? You mean we're going to wear unitards and recite poetry while we make off with the good stuff?" Molly chuckled. "Well, maybe not poetry, but I did think of wearing a costume. A clown suit, perhaps?" Bill's face turned bright red. "You're out of your mind, Molly. I'm not wearing a clown suit. I'm a professional, not a children's party entertainer." "Come on, Bill, it'll be fun! We can make balloon animals while we work," Molly teased, winking at her partner. Bill shook his head. "You're enjoying this a little too much, Molly. What's the real plan?"