The moonlight cast its eerie glow through the living room window as Molly and Bill sat cross-legged on the floor, a large map of the Bowman residence spread out before them. They had a week to prepare for this heist - a job unlike any other. "I still can't believe we're doing this," Bill quipped, scrubbing his beard nervously. "It's a kid's party, for crying out loud. When did we sink this low?" "Hey, money's money, don't judge," Molly retorted, her red hair gleaming under the weak light. "It's not just any party. It's the birthday bash of some CEO's lucky spawn. Those kids, they get presents worth more than what most people make in a year." Bill nodded reluctantly. "Alright, alright, I get it. But what about security? I bet they'll have guards roaming around." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's what makes this fun! Think outside the box, Bill. What if we disguise ourselves as the clowns?" Bill gaped. "Clowns? You're out of your mind! Do you know how creepy that is?" Not even flinching, Molly continued, "Yes, but do you know how perfect it is? We'll blend right in! Rent a couple of clown suits, do some practice on our balloon animals, and voila! Instant party crashers. Trust me, the Bowmans will never suspect a thing." Bill shook his head, a reluctant grin stretching across his face. "Alright, partner. You've got a deal. But if I end up having to make balloon animals, I'm blaming you for the therapy bill afterwards."