Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table, a single dim bulb swinging overhead. Spread out before them were schematics, blueprints, and a crudely drawn map of their target: a children's birthday party. "Molly, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea," Bill said, rubbing his temples. "We're gonna get caught." Molly scoffed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Nonsense, Bill! This is the perfect heist. Think about it: a bunch of distracted kids, parents too busy chatting to notice anything. We'll be in and out before they even realize the presents are gone." Bill sighed, resigned. "Alright, alright. So, what's the plan?" Molly grinned, leaning forward conspiratorially. "First, we need disguises. I'm thinking... clowns." Bill's eyes widened in horror. "Clowns? No way, I hate clowns!" "Oh, come on, Bill. It's the perfect cover! Who suspects a clown?" Molly chuckled, then continued. "We'll arrive just as the party starts, blend in with the entertainers. You create a distraction, and I'll grab the presents." "What kind of distraction?" Bill asked, suspicion creeping into his voice. Molly's grin turned devious. "You'll see. Trust me, it'll be a blast." Bill groaned, already regretting his involvement. "Fine, fine. And then what?" "Then, we'll make our escape in the chaos. I've got a van parked nearby, we'll load up the presents and be gone before anyone's the wiser." Molly leaned back, looking exceedingly pleased with herself. Bill shook his head, still not entirely convinced. "I don't know, Molly. Stealing from kids just feels... wrong." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. These kids are rich, spoiled brats. They won't even miss the presents. Besides, we'll donate them to charity afterwards." Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Charity? Since when do you care about charity?" "Since it makes me look good in the papers," Molly said with a wink. "Imagine the headlines: 'Robin Hood Thieves Steal from Rich, Give to Poor.' We'll be legends!" Bill couldn't help but chuckle at Molly's enthusiasm. "Alright, you've convinced me. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly clapped him on the shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "That's the spirit, Bill! Trust me, this is going to be the heist of the century. Those kids won't know what hit 'em!" As they gathered up their plans and schematics, Molly and Bill couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. A children's party heist, executed by two clowns. It was either the most brilliant plan ever conceived, or the worst idea in the history of crime. Only time would tell which one it would be.