The dimly lit apartment, filled with an assortment of second-hand furniture, set the stage for yet another ambitious plot. "So, the target is this kid's birthday bash," Molly, with her bright green eyes sparkling with mischief, revealed the plan. "It's a catered affair; we're talking about a real extravagant setup with a petting zoo and all." Bill, her partner-in-crime, leaned forward, his bushy eyebrows knitting together. "A kid's party? That's bold, even for us. What's the angle here?" "Think of it; there's going to be at least fifty kids, running amok, high on sugar. The parents will be too busy wrangling their little ones or sipping champagne to notice us. Plus, imagine the haul—dozens of gifts, each a potential treasure!" She grinned, her dimples deepening. "But how do we get in without raising suspicion? It's not like we can just waltz in with our duffle bags." "Disguise, my friend, is the name of the game." Molly's excitement was palpable. "We dress up like clowns. Face paint, red noses, the whole shebang. And we arrive as part of the entertainment crew. Once we're inside, we quietly snatch the loot and make a run for it during the grand finale of the kids' magic show." Bill chuckled, visualizing the scenario. "Molly, you're a genius, that's got to be the most unconventional heist idea yet. Clowns stealing from kids—this one's gonna be wild!"