"Alright, Molly, lay it out for me. How are we getting into this shindig?" Bill asked, leaning back in his chair and cracking his knuckles. Molly took a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling up towards the dim lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. "It's a kid's birthday party, Bill. It's not Fort Knox. We blend in, grab the loot, and get out. Simple." Bill frowned, tapping his fingers on the table. "Blend in? We're a bit old for pin the tail on the donkey, aren't we?" "That's the beauty of it," Molly said with a sly grin. "We're the entertainment. Clowns." Bill's face went pale. "Clowns? Molly, I draw the line at clowns. Those things are creepy." "Come on, Bill. It's the perfect cover. Who suspects the clowns?" Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Plus, think of the access. We'll be right in the middle of the action." "Fine," Bill sighed, defeated. "But I'm not wearing the big red nose." "Deal. Now, here's the plan. We'll arrive just before the cake is served. That's when the parents are distracted, and the kids are hyped up on sugar." Molly pulled out a map of the venue, pointing to a side door. "We slip in through here. The presents are likely stashed in this back room. A quick grab and we're out before anyone notices." "What about security?" Bill asked, leaning over the map. "These places usually have guards or something." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "It's a kid's party, Bill. The worst they'll have is a rent-a-cop who’s more interested in the cookie platter than actually guarding anything." "Alright, alright. So we get in, grab the presents, and slip out. What's the diversion?" Molly smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "You'll love this. While I entertain the kiddos with some balloon animals, you'll set off the fire alarm. Chaos ensues, and we make our move." "A fire alarm, huh? Isn't that a bit risky?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Riskier than dressing up as a clown? Besides, the fire department's response time in this neighborhood is atrocious. We'll be long gone before they even get here." Molly rolled up the map, stuffing it back into her bag. "Let's go over the clown bit one more time. You distract, I pilfer." "Fine, but I'm still not wearing the big shoes," Bill muttered. "Understood. Just stick to the plan, and we'll be laughing all the way to the bank." Bill nodded, though he still looked skeptical. "What's our exit strategy if things go south?" "Simple. We ditch the clown gear, split up, and meet back at the safe house. We've done this before, Bill. We're pros." "Right, pros dressed as clowns. This is definitely a new low," Bill chuckled. "Just keep your eyes on the prize, Bill. This haul will be worth it." "Alright, partner. Let's get this show on the road." Molly grinned, standing up and adjusting her oversized bowtie. "Showtime, Bill. Let's make these kids' day unforgettable—just not for the reasons they think." They both shared a laugh, the tension breaking as they prepared to execute their plan. With a final nod, they headed out the door, ready to become the most unforgettable clowns in birthday party history.