Molly surveyed the bustling street below, her eyes narrowed. "This better be worth it, Bill. A children's party, really?" Bill flashed his trademark grin, the one that had charmed countless victims. "Relax, Mol. Think of all the high-end toys we can fence. Those little rugrats get the best stuff these days." She shook her head, exasperated. "High-end toys? Really? Since when did we become toy thieves?" He shrugged, his eyes twinkling. "Times are tough, doll. Gotta diversify." Molly sighed, glancing at the guest list Bill had somehow acquired. "Alright, so we’re looking at a dozen kids, overprotective parents, and a clown. How do you propose we handle this?" Bill leaned against the rooftop railing, nonchalant as ever. "Simple. We pose as entertainers. You can be the balloon artist, and I’ll be the magician. We blend in, scope the place, and when the chaos of the cake-cutting begins, we slip into the gift room." "A balloon artist?" she muttered, picturing herself surrounded by a gaggle of screaming kids. "I hate kids." "Think of it as a challenge," Bill said, winking. "And remember, the more chaotic, the better. Kids love chaos." Molly groaned. "Fine, but if one of them tries to touch me, I'm out."