Molly and Bill sat at the small kitchen table, surrounded by scribbled maps and torn pieces of paper, brainstorming their next big score. They were a team, a duo of thieves who had been planning the perfect heist for months. And this one was going to be a doozy. "Okay, so we know the party is at 2 PM on Saturday," Molly said, tapping her pen on the map of the party venue, a children's play center filled with ball pits and bouncy castles. "And we know the presents are going to be a big haul," Bill added, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "I mean, who throws a kid a party without breaking out the big guns, right? iPads, laptops, the works." Molly grinned. "Right? It's like they're begging to be robbed. But we need to be smart about this. We can't just waltz in there and start swiping presents." Bill snorted. "Oh, come on. It's a kids' party. How much security can they possibly have?" Molly shot him a look. "You'd be surprised what paranoid parents will do to protect their progeny. I've seen them hire bouncers, for crying out loud." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Bouncers? At a kids' party?" Molly nodded. "Yeah. I've seen it happen. 'Oh, little Timmy gets anxious in crowds, so we need a 300-pound man in a black t-shirt to stand guard.'" Bill chuckled. "Well, I guess we'll just have to be creative then." Molly smiled, a plan forming in her mind. "I've got it. We'll pose as the entertainment. We'll go in as a pair of bumbling clowns and...well, not exactly 'accidentally' steal all the presents, but...you know." Bill's eyes lit up. "I love it. I'll start working on the clown makeup and outfits. We can't go in looking like a couple of wannabe bank robbers in bright orange wigs." Molly laughed. "Agreed. We need to blend in. And I'll work on the disguise for the getaway car. We don't want anyone noticing us making a quick exit with a bunch of loot." The two of them spent the next hour making plans, discussing the finer points of party crashing and present pilfering. They knew it was a crazy plan, but they were in it for the thrill of the heist, the rush of adrenaline as they made their escape. Finally, they sat back, satisfied with their plan. "Alright," Molly said, "we've got this. Who needs a big, fancy museum heist when you can hit the jackpot at a kids' party?" Bill grinned. "I'm so down for this. Let's go crash a party and make some kids cry." Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "You're a sick, sick man, Bill." Bill just shrugged. "Hey, all's fair in love and larceny, right?"