"Alright, Molly, what’s the plan for making a clean sweep of this party?” Bill asked, glancing over the blueprints of the community center. “Simple, Bill. We waltz in, disguised as clowns.” “Clowns? Isn’t that kind of... cliché?” “Exactly! Nobody suspects clichés. Everyone loves a clown at a birthday party. Plus, we can hide all sorts of tools in those baggy costumes,” Molly explained with a mischievous grin. “What about the kids? Won’t they get in the way?” “Kids? They’re too busy with the bounce house and trying to break the piñata. We’ll blend right in with the chaos.” “How do we even transport the presents out without raising an eyebrow?” Bill questioned. “Ever seen a clown car?” Molly winked. “We’ll load ‘em up into those oversize pockets and make our exit when the magic show starts.” “Magic show? We’ll have magicians to compete with?” “Don’t worry, Bill. Our act will be the showstopper. Got the flower squirting trick ready?” “Of course! Filled with disappearing ink.” “Perfect,” Molly laughed. “While you distract them with your antics, I'll slip out with the first batch of loot.” “And if anyone gets suspicious?” Bill asked, slightly nervous. “That’s where your charm comes in. And the hypnotic pocket watch.” “This pocket watch?” Bill held up a shiny, vintage watch. “Yes, master of illusion, time to put those skills to work.” “I hope you’re right. These parties can be unpredictable.” “Unpredictable?” Molly chuckled. “That’s half the fun.” “And what’s the deal with the cake?” “Oh, right. We need to avoid the cake. Too many eyes on it.” “Got it. No funny business around the cake.” “Exactly. We’ll be in and out before they even start the singing.” “Speaking of singing, what’s our signal to scram?” “When you hear ‘Happy Birthday’, that’s our cue.” “Wouldn’t that be when everyone’s too focused on the candle blowing?” “Trust me. The noise covers our tracks,” Molly reasoned. “Besides, clowns slipping out for a smoke break isn't suspicious.” “Assuming these clowns smoke.” “Smoking’s bad for you, Bill.” “It’s just a cover, Molly!” “Just making sure we’re on the same page,” Molly smirked. “And we both know whose idea it was to target a kid’s birthday, right?” “Guilty as charged,” Molly confessed. “But seriously, kids' toys? Easy to offload and a lot of them don’t even remember what they get.” "And if things go haywire?” “Plan B, Bill. Always Plan B.” “You mean the exploding balloon trick?” “Exactly. Releases confetti and gives us ample time to escape." “Got it. The party’s at two?” “Quarter past. Let’s synchronize our watches.” “Consider them synchronized,” Bill chuckled. “Remember, Bill, we’re the best in the business for a reason.” “Because we rob a children’s party with clown costumes?” “Because we know how to put the ‘fun’ in ‘confund’,” Molly replied. Bill grinned. “Oh, this is going to be one for the books.”