Molly cracked her knuckles, a habitual gesture that signaled her mind was already in high gear, plotting the next move. Bill, lounging across from her, didn't even flinch. He'd seen her prepare for a heist often enough to know the telltale signs. Their lair, a cramped, cluttered apartment above a pizza parlor, reeked of stale cheese and dusty dreams. A map of the city's high-end eateries and kiddie party hotspots plastered the wall, markers and stickers denoting the best opportunities for plunder. The duo's gaze landed on a bright pink circle: "Bouncy Birthday Bash" at the Sunny Sides Children's Playcenter. "Four hundred dollars for a ticketed kid's party?" Molly snorted, whistling low. "Parents have way too much money to spend on sugar highs and screaming tykes." Bill chuckled, his voice like gravel underfoot. "You think we're the first ones to notice that? I've got a plan, and it's gonna make your head spin." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell." "Well, these parties are all about over-the-top indulgence, right? We blend in, dressed as clowns, and then...Bingo! We're in. We'll just 'accidentally' pack up all the presents, citing some fumbled insurance policy. By the time they realize what's happened, we'll be long gone, richer for our troubles." Molly's grin widened as the plan unfolded in her mind. "You're a genius, Bill. But how do we deal with the—" "Kids? Oh, they're the easiest. Just give 'em all the balloons and cotton candy they can handle. They'll be too distracted to care about a few missing toys. Besides, who's gonna suspect the party clowns?" Molly shook her head, laughing. "Only you could think of something so diabolically simple." With the framework established, they began casing the playcenter. Surveillance footage revealed lax security, more concerned with confiscating contraband cupcakes than preventing grand theft present. Inside, the party area bustled with squealing children, frazzled parents, and a hapless host, all primed for exploitation. Molly popped up from her crouch, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, let's get into character. Time for some clowning around." Bill snickered, brandishing a bag of bright orange wigs. "Literally." The duo vanished into a riot of color, disguises taking shape as they donned oversized shoes, painted on exaggerated grins, and an air of ridiculous, over-the-top benevolence. As they infiltrated the party, chaos in their wake, Molly and Bill exchanged a knowing glance: it was going to be a very merry birthday indeed.