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?" Bill pointed to a spot marked 'Clown Entrance.' "We go in as entertainment. You juggle, I do balloon animals." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Balloon animals? You can barely tie your shoelaces." "Details, details," Bill waved dismissively. "We just need to distract them long enough to grab the loot." Molly nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. "And the parents?" Bill shrugged. "We’ll say we’re from the agency. Who questions a clown?" Molly laughed, shaking her head. "This is either genius or the dumbest plan ever." Bill winked. "That's why it's perfect. Now, let's practice our act." Molly picked up a rubber nose, tossing it to Bill. "Alright, partner. Let's make some magic." As they rehearsed their routine, the absurdity of their plan only fueled their excitement. The heist of the century was about to unfold, one balloon animal at a time.