"Bill, this is genius. We steal from a kids' party? What could go wrong?" Molly said, eyes wide with excitement. "Nothing, if we stick to the plan. We’re in and out, cap the gifts, hit the road," Bill replied, his voice steady and sure. "But how do we blend in? We can't exactly show up as clowns, right?" "Who said anything about clowns? We go as parents. I’ve got a fake baby stroller, we’re set," Bill explained. "Fake baby? That's a new low, even for us." "Desperate times, Molly. Plus, who questions a parent with a stroller?" "True. But what if the kids recognize us?" "Simple. We wear disguises. I’ll be a balding dad, you can be a soccer mom." "Soccer mom? I’m more of a yoga mom, Bill." "Fine, yoga mom. As long as you look inconspicuous. We need to blend, remember?" "Got it. So, we just roll in, grab the loot, and make a run for it?" "Exactly. It’s a piece of cake. Trust me, this is going to be our best heist yet." "I hope so, Bill. I hope so."