"Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow as she scanned the crumpled map on the table between them. "Molly, think about it. It's genius! Who would suspect anything at a kids' party?" Bill replied, a smirk spreading across his face. He leaned back, satisfied with his reasoning. "But a kids' party? Wouldn't that make us... I don't know, villains?" Molly countered, her voice carrying more concern than skepticism. "Villains? Nah, more like... opportunists," Bill said, waving a dismissive hand. "It's not like we're stealing candy from babies. We're talking about toys, clothes, some gift cards maybe. They're replaceable." "Even so, we have to get in and out without them noticing," Molly insisted, her fingers drumming nervously on the map. "Easy-peasy!" Bill exclaimed, tapping a particular spot on the map. "Here's the plan. The party's at the Petersons' house. We dress up as clowns, slip in during the height of the chaos, snag the presents, and slip out before anyone knows what's happened." "Clowns? Really?" Molly exclaimed, trying to suppress a laugh. "You, in a clown suit?" "Hey, don't knock it. Clowns are hilarious and inconspicuous at a kids' party," Bill defended, chuckling. "I'm just picturing you in one of those red noses and big shoes," Molly said, breaking into laughter. "Fine, say we do this. How do we avoid the kids all swarming us?" "Easy! We offer them balloon animals while you grab the presents," Bill said, nodding as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Balloon animals? Have you ever made one?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll wing it. How hard can it be?" Bill shrugged. "You don't even know how," Molly said, crossing her arms. "And what if the parents catch on?" "Molly, parents are busy taking photos and sipping wine. They'll be glad for a clown distraction," Bill reasoned. "We'll be in and out in ten minutes. Tops." "The stakes are higher than a standard heist, Bill. We're entering a world of sticky fingers and unpredictable mayhem," Molly warned. "Ha! That's where the fun is! Look, this is a simple grab-and-go. We’re clowns with a cause," Bill claimed confidently. "And what if this doesn’t work? We might get caught," Molly said, biting her lip. "If it goes south, we run. Clowns running away from their troubles—it’s classic," Bill assured her. "You and your timeless comedy angles," Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "Let’s say we make it out. What do we do with the loot?" "We sell whatever we find, split it, as usual," Bill replied. "Think of all the poor kids who have rich parents to buy them more. It's a public service, really." "You're lucky your warped logic is charming," Molly said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Alright, let’s do this. But if I end up with pie on my face because of you, Bill, I swear—" "We'll bring pies just in case," Bill joked, eyes twinkling. "It’s showbiz, kid." "Showbiz, huh? Okay, let's make some balloon memories," Molly said, finally agreeing. "That's the spirit!" Bill laughed, pushing back from the table. "Now, about that clown suit..."