"Alright, Bill, we're doing this again. Big birthday bash, a thousand bucks' worth of gifts on display, just waiting for us to swoop in," Molly said, her eyes glittering with excitement as she laid out the plan. The anticipation of the upcoming job was written all over her face. Bill, a tall, lanky man with a mischievous grin, leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "A kids' party, huh? So, we're going back to our roots now? Reminds me of that time we snuck into the school fair and made off with the pie-eating contest prizes." "Exactly! We were so young and naive back then; it was too easy. But come on, think of all the goodies! We're talking gadgets, cash hidden inside greeting cards, maybe even some fancy clothes." Molly's enthusiasm filled the small cafe where they had set up camp for their planning session. "You do realize there'll be clowns and magicians there, right? Kids crying for their parents to buy them fluffy unicorns. It's not exactly our usual sophisticated crowd," Bill teased. Rolling her eyes, she continued, "Listen, the client specifically wants us to pinch these gifts without upsetting the little ones. And, Bill, I know how much you love a challenge. Imagine the look on those kids' faces when they notice their presents are gone!" "Oh, I can see it now—watery eyes, snot-filled noses crying over stolen toys. Nice visual, Molls. But you know I can never resist a good challenge. So, spill it, what's the master plan?" "We attend the party disguised as...face painters! Bill, listen, every kid loves face paint, and we'll be right there, blending into the chaos. Plus, it provides us with the perfect opportunity to get close to the good stuff." "Face paint, huh? So, we're clowns without the red noses and oversized shoes. Got it. But how do we get away with the loot? We can't simply walk out with armfuls of gifts, even with the best clown makeup." Molly's face lit up as she revealed her genius idea. "Ah, here's the beauty of it: we'll use the party games to our advantage! We hide the presents in the prize bags, you know, the ones kids take home at the end. And during a chaotic moment, perhaps during the pinata frenzy, we make our move and switch the real prizes with our stash." Bill burst out laughing, almost attracting unwanted attention. "That's diabolical! Make the kids unknowingly carry out the loot themselves. Oh, we've still got it, Molls. And, you know, I might even enjoy painting some little rascal's face like a tiger. It's a diversion we haven't tried before." "Exactly! And once the kids have distracted the adults, we make our grand exit, presents and all. Simple, effective, and best of all, no tears from the children." Molly finished with a satisfied smile. --- As their animated discussion continued, the late-afternoon sun cast long shadows, adding an element of suspense to their comical heist plan. Unaware of what the future held, Molly and Bill basked in the excitement of their upcoming caper, leaving the cafe with an air of confidence and two free refills still unused.