Molly and Bill sat hunched over a rickety table in their dimly lit hideout, a barrage of half-eaten pizza slices and crumpled soda cans littering the surface. In the center, a crudely drawn map of their next target - a children's birthday party. "I'm telling you, Molly, this is gonna be a piece of cake," Bill said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Molly snorted. "A piece of cake? We're talking about robbing a bunch of kids, Bill. It's not exactly the Thomas Crown Affair." "Hey, don't underestimate those little rascals. They're notorious for having the best swag," Bill countered, a grin spreading across his face. "Plus, it'll be like taking candy from a baby. Literally." Molly rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine. So, what's the plan, mastermind?" Bill leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Okay, so here's the deal. The party's happening at the community center this Saturday. I've got it on good authority that the birthday boy's parents are big shots in the toy industry. We're talking mountains of presents, Molly. Mountains." "Go on," Molly said, her interest piqued despite her better judgment. "So, I've managed to snag us some disguises. You, my dear, will be going undercover as Trixie the Clown," Bill announced, thrusting a garish, rainbow-colored wig into Molly's hands. "Ah, hell no," Molly protested, holding the offending object at arm's length. "There's no way I'm putting this thing on my head." "Relax, it's just for a couple of hours. Besides, it's the perfect cover. Who's gonna suspect a clown?" Bill reasoned. Molly sighed, resigned to her fate. "Fine. And what about you, wise guy? What's your disguise?" Bill reached under the table and produced a giant, inflatable dinosaur costume. "Ta-da! Meet Tilly the Triceratops." Molly stared at him, incredulous. "You've got to be kidding me." "Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it. This baby's got built-in air conditioning and a beverage holder," Bill said, pointing to the features with pride. Against her better judgment, Molly felt a laugh bubbling up inside her. "You're insane, you know that?" "Insane? No. Brilliant? Absolutely," Bill quipped, striking a heroic pose in his dinosaur suit. Molly shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Alright, fine. Let's do this. But if I end up with clown nightmares for the rest of my life, you're buying me therapy sessions." "Deal," Bill agreed, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Now, let's go over the plan one more time..." And so, the unlikely duo spent the next hour poring over their scheme, their laughter echoing through the hideout as they plotted their most audacious heist yet. Little did they know, the real surprise was yet to come...