In the grimy, poorly lit corner of The Leaky Parrot, a pub as seedy as its name suggested, Molly and Bill huddled over a table littered with peanut shells and faded coasters. Molly, a slip of a woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, was nursing a pint of cider. Bill, her burly counterpart with a beard like a bramble bush, was on his second helping of fish and chips. "Alright, listen up," Molly said, jabbing a finger onto a crudely drawn map between them. "This is the layout of the party. It's a bloody fortress of fun, but we'll manage." Bill squinted at the drawing, a dollop of tartar sauce dripping from his fork. "You sure about this, Mol? It's a kiddie party. Ain't we gonna feel a bit daft nicking from a bunch of toddlers?" Molly rolled her eyes. "It's not about the value, Bill. It's the principle. Besides, these aren't just any toddlers. They're little lordlings and ladyships. Spoiled rotten, they are. We're just... redistributing wealth, if you will." Bill grunted, shoving another chip into his mouth. "If you say so. So, what's the plan?" Molly grinned, leaning back in her chair. "We go in as entertainers. I've got us a clown outfit and a fairy princess costume." Bill nearly choked on his fish. "Clown? Molly, you know I've got a thing about clowns. They're bloody creepy." "Exactly," Molly said, her grin widening. "No one will want to come near you. It's the perfect disguise. You can load up the presents while I distract them with my princess charm." Bill looked dubious, but Molly pressed on. "We'll slip in with the caterers, blend in, then make our move when the magic show starts. In and out, quick and clean." Bill sighed, pushing his empty plate away. "Fine. But if one of those little terrors starts crying because of the clown, I'm out of there." Molly laughed, clinking her glass against Bill's. "Deal. Now, let's toast to the easiest heist we've ever pulled off." As they drank, the door to The Leaky Parrot creaked open, letting in a sliver of sunlight and the distant sound of children's laughter. Molly winked at Bill. "Just think, in a few hours, we'll be the ones laughing." Bill shook his head, but his beard twitched with a suppressed smile. "You're mad, Molly. Bloody mad." "And that, Bill," she said, standing up and pulling on her coat, "is why you love working with me."