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 ever crash a kid's party before?" she asked, a sly grin spreading across her face. Bill chuckled, adjusting his cap. "Not since I was ten, and even then, I was more interested in the cake than the presents." Molly tapped a finger on the map. "Focus, Bill. This isn't about cake. It's about the loot. Those kids won't know what hit 'em." Bill nodded, trying to suppress a laugh. "Right. So, we sneak in during the magic show. Everyone's eyes will be on the rabbit, not us." "Exactly," Molly replied, her voice brimming with excitement. "And while they're distracted, we grab the goods and vanish like smoke." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You sure about this? I mean, it's a kid's party. What if we get caught?" Molly shrugged, her confidence unwavering. "Then we blame it on the clown. Who's gonna believe a clown, anyway?" Bill snorted, shaking his head. "Alright, let's do it. But if I end up with a balloon animal, I'm blaming you." Molly winked. "Deal. Now, let's make some kids cry."