Molly and Bill sat across from each other in the dimly lit diner, the clinking of silverware and chatter of patrons providing a steady hum of background noise. The scent of coffee and syrup hung thick in the air. "Alright, Bill, here's the thing. That party tomorrow? It's not just any party. It's for the mayor's kid. They're expecting gifts worth more than my grandmother's house," Molly said, stirring her coffee with a spoon. Bill raised an eyebrow. "The mayor's kid's birthday party? That sounds... loud. Full of witnesses. And cops. What if the kid starts bawling and gives us away?" Molly leaned back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "That's where you come in. You need to make sure the kid is happy as a clam. Maybe bribe 'em with candy or something. You're good with kids, right?" Bill shrugged. "I guess. I mean, my nephew loves me. I'll think of something." "Perfect. Now, about the presents. I've spotted the stash. It's in the last room on the right, up on the stage. Looks like they've got security cameras, though. We'll need to be quick and quiet." "Cameras. Great. So, do we go in disguise or...?" Molly grinned, pulling out a couple of colorful clown wigs and exaggeratedly fake noses from her bag. "Ta-da! Costumes. We'll blend right in." Bill stared at the wigs, then back at Molly. "Right. Because clowns are so inconspicuous at a kid's party." Molly shrugged, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you wanted a disguise. They'll never see us coming."