Molly sat cross-legged on the worn-out couch, its floral pattern fading just like their hopes of a clean getaway. With a notepad on her lap, she jotted down notes, her pen moving frantically as she orchestrated the perfect plan. Across from her, Bill, her partner-in-crime (literally), was sprawled on the armchair, his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if the answers were painted there. "So, we've got the invite..." Molly began, tapping her pen against her notebook. "Yep, little Timmy's birthday bash. Every kid from the neighborhood will be there, sugar-high and screaming their lungs out. It's the perfect cover." Bill finally spoke, his voice laced with the enthusiasm of a kid planning a candy heist. "But why steal from children, Bill? I mean, they're just..." Molly looked at him with a mixture of amusement and disapproval. "Innocent? Yes, and that's why no one will suspect a thing! Parents will be too busy chasing their sugar-crazed kids to notice us sneaking in and out with the goodies. Besides, it's a small price for their trust funds when they're older." "True, these rich kids don't even realize the worth of their party favors. And with their magician and petting zoo, we'll blend right in. I can already see it – 'Look, mommy! It's a clown!' but it's us with red noses and oversized shoes, strolling into the gift corner," Molly's eyes sparkled with amusement at her imagination. "Exactly! Who'd suspect clowns and all these costumes? We'll be right under their noses, stealing— I mean, reorganizing the gift distribution," Bill joined in, playing along with the imaginative heist scenario. "Alright, clown costumes it is! But we gotta time it perfectly. I reckon right after the magic show, when the kids are distracted by the rabbits, we make our move. Then, during the piñata session, we sneak out amid the chaos. By the time the cake arrives, we're long gone, leaving only confetti and chaos behind." Molly's mind raced as she envisioned the scene. Bill nodded, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. "I'll get the costumes and some gadgets for this. You handle the getaway van, and ensure it's packed with enough candy to distract them if needed." "Oh, I'll bring more than candy. Some well-placed party poppers can create mayhem too. And don't forget our code words. When I say 'Houdini would be proud,' you know it's showtime." As she spoke, Molly's eyes narrowed in concentration, contemplating the finer details of the operation. "Got it, partner! We'll teach these kids a lesson they won't remember..." Bill's voice trailed off, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, leaving them both to revel in the anticipation of the impending chaotic, yet profitable heist.