Molly, sprawled on the couch, glanced at the party invitation. "Bill, this is genius. Who plans a kid's party at the Mayor's mansion? Presents galore!" Bill, polishing his glasses, smirked. "Exactly, Molly. Rich kids mean expensive toys. We'll be in and out, quick as a magic trick." "But Bill," Molly frowned, "kids? Really?" "Think of it as... redistributing wealth. Besides, we'll leave them something fun in return." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Like what? A 'Sorry we robbed you' note?" Bill chuckled, "Better. I've got a bag of whoopee cushions and joy buzzers. They'll think it's all part of the party games." Molly laughed, "You're terrible. I love it. Alright, what's the plan?" "Dress as clowns, blend in, swap the gifts, and vanish. Easy peasy." Molly grimaced. "Clowns, Bill? Really?" "Hey, it's not a party until someone's scared of the clowns."