The dimly lit basement was cluttered with old furniture and dusty boxes, but it served as the perfect hideout for Molly and Bill. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a flickering light over the makeshift table where they huddled, poring over a colorful map of the local community center. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, tapping the map with a pencil. "This is where the party's happening. We need to be in and out before anyone notices." Bill leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "A children's party, Molly? Really? We're stooping to this now?" "Think about it," Molly replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "No one expects a heist at a kid's birthday party. It's the perfect cover." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "I suppose you're right. But how do we get past the parents? They're like hawks at these things." Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Easy. We blend in. I've got costumes." "Costumes?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "What kind of costumes?" "Clowns," Molly said, pulling out two garish, polka-dotted outfits from a nearby box. "No one questions clowns at a party." Bill groaned, eyeing the costumes with disdain. "I hate clowns. They're creepy." "Exactly," Molly said with a wink. "No one will want to get too close. We can move around freely." Bill sighed, reluctantly taking one of the costumes. "Fine. But if I get a pie in the face, I'm blaming you." Molly laughed, folding her arms. "Deal. Now, once we're inside, we head straight for the gift table. That's where the real treasure is." "Right," Bill nodded, his mind already racing with possibilities. "And what about the cake? You know how I feel about cake." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus, Bill. We're there for the presents, not the cake." "But what if there's leftover cake?" Bill persisted, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Fine," Molly relented, unable to suppress a smile. "If there's leftover cake, you can have a slice. But only after we get the goods." Bill grinned, satisfied. "Alright, then. What's the plan for getting out?" Molly pointed to a side door on the map. "We slip out through here. It's usually propped open for ventilation. We'll stash the presents in the van and be gone before anyone notices." Bill nodded, his confidence growing. "Sounds like a plan. But what if someone recognizes us?" Molly shrugged. "That's the beauty of it. No one remembers the clowns. We're just part of the entertainment." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "You really thought this through, didn't you?" "Of course," Molly said, her voice full of determination. "This is going to be the easiest heist we've ever pulled." Bill stood up, slipping into the clown costume with a resigned sigh. "Alright, let's do this. But if I hear one kid scream, I'm out." Molly laughed, adjusting her own costume. "Don't worry, Bill. We'll be in and out before anyone even knows we're there." With a final nod, they gathered their supplies and headed for the door, ready to pull off the most unconventional heist of their careers.