Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table, studying the blueprint of their next target. "You sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, her eyes narrowing. "A kid's birthday party?" Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Trust me, Mol. It's the perfect cover. Who'd suspect a heist at a children's party?" "Okay, fine. So, what's the plan?" "Simple. You'll be the entertainment - a clown or something. Keep the kids distracted while I nab the presents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A clown? Really?" "Hey, it's the perfect disguise!" Bill protested. "No one suspects the clown." "Alright, I'll do it," Molly sighed. "But if I end up with pie on my face, you owe me." "Deal. Now, let's go over the details. We'll need to coordinate our timing perfectly." "Roger that, boss. But one more thing." "What's that?" "After this, we're going legit. No more heists, especially not at kids' parties." Bill laughed. "Sure thing, Mol. After this, we'll retire to the Bahamas, living off the spoils of our last big score." Molly shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're incorrigible, Bill. Let's do this."