Molly narrowed her eyes, studying the colorful invitations strewn across the table. "A children's party, Bill. It's genius. The little tykes will be so distracted by the clowns and magicians, they won't even notice their presents disappearing." Bill scoffed, running a hand through his greasy hair. "You're serious? We're gonna rob a bunch of kids? That's a new low, even for us." "Oh, don't get all high and mighty on me now," Molly snorted. "We're thieves, Bill. This is what we do. Besides, those spoiled brats probably have enough toys to last them a lifetime." Bill sighed, shaking his head. "Fine, but we better have a solid plan. I don't want to end up on some 'America's Most Wanted' poster as the 'Birthday Bandits.'" "Don't worry," Molly smirked, tapping her temple. "I've got it all figured out. You'll go in as the balloon artist, and I'll be the face painter. We'll blend right in." "Balloon artist?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "I don't know the first thing about twisting balloons." "You'll learn," Molly said, waving a dismissive hand. "Just remember, the more complicated the balloon animal, the more impressed the parents will be. And the more distracted they are, the easier it'll be for us to make off with the loot."