Molly surveyed the scene, her eyes narrowing at the brightly colored balloons and streamers. "This is perfect," she muttered, turning to Bill with a mischievous grin. "Nobody suspects a thing at a kids' party." Bill, adjusting his oversized clown nose, nodded. "Right, but we need a distraction. How about we rig the piñata to explode?" "Too obvious," Molly replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "We need something subtle. What if we pose as entertainers? You juggle, I do some magic tricks. Meanwhile, we CASE the joint." "Magic tricks?" Bill scoffed. "You can barely shuffle cards." Molly glared at him. "I've been practicing. Besides, it's not like we're robbing Fort Knox. It's a room full of five-year-olds." Bill sighed, adjusting his suspenders. "Fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you and your terrible sleight of hand." Molly smirked. "Deal. Now, let's go over the plan again. We slip in, mingle, and while they're singing 'Happy Birthday,' we make our move." "And the getaway?" Bill asked, his eyes darting towards the door. "The old sewer grate around the back. It's a tight squeeze, but it'll do." Bill grimaced. "Great. Just what I always wanted. To smell like a sewer." Molly patted his back reassuringly. "Think of the rewards, Bill. Think of the rewards." Together, they stepped into the bustling party, their eyes scanning for the perfect moment to strike.