Molly sat at the small café, sipping on a lukewarm coffee as she stared down at the floor plan of the children's party venue. Bill slid into the booth across from her, his eyes scanning the area before focusing on the papers. "So, this is the place," Bill said, his voice low and serious. Molly nodded, her ponytail bobbing with the motion. "The annual 'Kiddie Palooza' party. I've heard it's the most exclusive and expensive party for kids in the city." Bill whistled softly. "And we're going to hit it. I love it." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I've been casing this place for weeks. I know the security guards' schedules, the layout of the party room, and even the types of presents they'll be handing out." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You're a genius, Molly. But what's the plan for getting in?" Molly pulled out a pair of blonde wigs and matching bright pink sunglasses. "We're going as party clowns. I've got a guy who owes me a favor; he's going to get us the costumes and a fake ID to match the catering company that's providing the food." Bill chuckled, taking the wig and sunglasses from Molly. "You look lovely as a blonde." Molly rolled her eyes. "Shut up and put it on. We need to blend in with the other clowns." Bill obliged, adjusting the wig and striking a pose. "How's this?" Molly shook her head, trying to suppress a laugh. "You look like a reject from a bad 80s music video." Bill scowled, but a small smile played on his lips. "Hey, I'm a natural-born clown." Molly snorted, folding up the floor plan and shoving it into her bag. "Let's focus. We need to get in, grab the presents, and get out without getting caught. And then we need to find a way to fence all this stuff without getting caught by the kids' parents." Bill nodded, his expression serious once more. "I've got a guy who can help with that. He's been dealing in 'gently used' kids' toys for years." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not worried about getting caught?" Bill shrugged. "Not with these disguises and a solid plan. Besides, it's not like we're stealing from a charity or something. These kids are already spoiled rotten; they won't even notice their presents are missing." Molly grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "That's the spirit. Now, let's get to work and make some bad children very unhappy." Bill chuckled, and together they slid out of the booth, ready to put their plan into action. As they walked out of the café, Molly turned to Bill and whispered, "You know, we make a killer team, clown or not." Bill smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I couldn't agree more, partner in crime."