Molly rummaged through her purse, pulling out a crumpled flyer. "Seriously, Bill. A kid's birthday party? Are you sure this is our best shot?" Bill snatched the flyer, smoothing it on his knee. "Look at this prize. 'Every kid goes home a winner' they say. Probably some rich schmucks who overbuy." He grinned. "And get this, it's a magician-themed bash. The perfect smoke screen. We'll just blend in." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Since when do we blend in, Bill? Our last caper...what was it called again? The 'Great Grocery Grab'? We wore clown wigs and left a three-foot trail of Ruffles. Not exactly subtle." She shook her head but couldn't help a small smile. "I still have glitter in my hair from those damn stockboy's overalls." Bill puffed up. "Hey, I had an in with the stock boy. It was airtight til that nosy cashier got involved." He thrust out his chin. "But you're right, we need classier. For this we lay low, we listen, we strike at just the right moment." He tapped his forehead. "It's all in the details, Molly - like these." He reached under his chair and brandished two magician capes. Molly crossed her arms. "Works for me. Anything to make those rich shits sweat while they wait for their rotten brats to open stolen presents." She nodded resolutely. "Okay, what's the plan?" Bill grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. He launched into a whispered tirade, his hands weaving in the air. "We saunter in, tails up, can of fake magic beans in hand. Stick to the shadows, keep our ears open for gift talk. Mom and dad too busy with the clown to notice two clowns in the mix..." Molly interrupted him, a glimmer in her eye. "Hang on, what about security? Creeped out parents? Nannies?" Bill batted her off. "That's the beauty, it's a magic show! Suspicion goes out the window, baby." He flicked his wrists like a magician, hands disappearing behind his back, reappearing to grab his chest dramatically. "Even the cops'll be in on it - now you see it, now you don't!" They both cracked up, snorting with laughter, slapping their knees, guffawing into the wee hours as they mapped out their "true magic."