"Bill, are you sure this is the right move? A kids' party? It's kind of low, even for us," Molly said, eyeing the colorful balloons and streamers through the binoculars. "Low? Molly, it's genius. No one expects a heist at a birthday party. We walk in, grab the loot, and we're out before they can even say 'pin the tail on the donkey,'" Bill replied, grinning. "Have you thought about what happens if we get caught? We'll look like the worst people ever," Molly protested, fidgeting with her cap. "Who’s gonna catch us? A bunch of five-year-olds? Besides, we’re not actually going to hurt anyone. Just take the presents and split." "Doesn’t mean it’s not wrong, Bill. And what about the parents? They’ll know something’s off." "Trust me, Molly. We blend in. I’ll dress up as a clown, you be the party planner. Easy as pie." "A clown? You can’t even juggle!" "Hey, I’ve got a backup plan. I’ll just distract them with a magic trick. You handle the swag." "Fine, but if this goes south, it’s all on you." "Deal. Now, let’s get ready for our big debut at the most unpredictable heist of the year."