Molly leaned against the old brick wall, her eyes darting around the dimly lit alley. She pulled a small, crumpled map from her pocket and unfolded it, smirking at Bill who was nervously fidgeting with a lock pick set. "You sure we’re ready for this, Bill? Stealing from kids? That's a new low, even for us." Bill adjusted his mask, which had a cartoonishly oversized nose, and sighed. "Well, it’s not like we have a lot of options, Molls. We’re low on cash, and this party’s got a ton of presents. It’s the perfect score." "Perfect for who? Have you seen the security at that place? It’s like Fort Knox with balloons," Molly replied, her voice laced with skepticism. "Relax, I’ve got it all figured out. We slip in during the chaos, grab what we can, and slip out before anyone even notices. Think of all the loot!" Bill waved his arms emphatically, nearly hitting Molly in the face. "Think of all the trouble," Molly countered, folding her arms. "What if the kids start screaming? What if the parents catch us?" Bill chuckled, his mask making him look even more absurd. "Come on, Molly. We’re professionals. We’ve done worse. Remember the jewelry store with the guard dog? Or the museum with the priceless artifacts?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and we barely got away with our lives. Those were close calls, Bill. This is a children’s party. It’s different. It’s… it’s just wrong." "Wrong? Since when do you care about right and wrong?" Bill asked, his tone playful but serious. "Since we started getting caught more often than we should. I’m trying to think long-term here. Maybe we need to rethink our whole approach," Molly said, her voice growing softer. Bill sighed, his mask making him look pensive. "I get what you’re saying, but we’re in a bit of a bind. The rent’s due, and the landlord’s not exactly patient. We need this, Molly. Just one more job, and we can start fresh." Molly sighed, her resolve wavering. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned, his oversized nose wiggling. "Deal. Now, let’s go over the plan one more time. We wait for the clown to start his act, that’s when the parents are distracted. We slip in through the back, grab what we can, and make a quick exit." "Sounds simple enough," Molly said, though she still looked unsure. "Simple and easy. Trust me, this is going to be a piece of cake. Or, you know, a piece of birthday cake," Bill added, trying to lighten the mood. Molly laughed, despite herself. "You’re such a dork, Bill. Alright, let’s do this. But if even one kid starts to cry, we’re out of there, no questions asked." "Agreed. Now, let’s get into position. Here comes the clown," Bill said, peeking around the corner. Molly nodded, taking a deep breath. "Let’s make this quick and clean." Together, they crept out of the alley, their hearts racing as they prepared to execute their daring plan. The party was in full swing, and the clown was just starting his silly tricks. Molly and Bill blended in with the crowd, each one holding their breath, ready to pounce on the opportunity to make their daring heist.