"Bill, you got the blueprints?" Molly adjusted her goggles, eyes gleaming. Bill patted his pocket, nodding. "Right here. Kid's birthday, right? My niece was invited." Molly raised an eyebrow. "So, we're robbing a bunch of eight-year-olds?" "Hey, kid's got more presents than some adults I know." Bill winked. "Besides, it's not like they'll miss 'em." "True." Molly scanned the diagram. "So, we enter through the backyard, avoid the bouncy castle, and neutralize the clown." "Neutralize?" Bill's voice squeaked. "Don't worry, just... distract him with balloon animals. We need him out of the way." "Right." Bill gulped. "And the parents?" "Too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us." Molly smirked. "We snag the haul, ditch the loot bag at the safe house, and blend in with the party clowns." Bill chuckled. "You ever dress as a clown, Molly?" "Once. Never again. Those shoes are murder on your feet." She checked her watch. "Midnight, perfect. Let's do this." They vanished into the shadows, leaving only a whisper of mischief in the night.