The dimly lit basement was cluttered with blueprints and half-eaten pizza boxes. Molly leaned over the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, you sure about this? A children's party?" Bill, adjusting his ski mask, grinned. "Think about it, Molly. Who'd suspect a heist at a kid's birthday bash?" Molly chuckled, tapping a finger on the map. "Alright, but how do we get in without raising eyebrows?" "Simple," Bill replied, pointing to a spot marked 'backyard gate.' "We crash as clowns. Everyone loves clowns." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You in a clown suit? That's a sight." "Hey, I can juggle," Bill retorted, mimicking the act with invisible balls. "Besides, the presents are the real prize." Molly nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "Okay, but what about the cake? We can't leave without a slice." Bill laughed, shaking his head. "Focus, Molly. Presents first, cake later." "Fine, but if there's chocolate, I'm taking it," Molly insisted, crossing her arms. "Deal," Bill agreed, folding the map. "Now, let's make these kids cry." Molly smirked, grabbing her red nose. "Clowning around never sounded so fun." With a shared nod, they prepared for the most absurd heist of their careers, ready to turn a birthday into a day to remember.