Molly and Bill sat huddled together in their cramped hideout, poring over the blueprints spread out before them on the table. The faint scent of stale coffee wafted through the air. "I don't like it," Molly said, tapping her pen against her teeth. "The layout looks too straightforward. It's gotta be a trap." "Relax, it'll be fine," Bill replied, rolling up the blueprints with a flick of his wrist. "We've done tougher jobs." "A bank vault? The Museum of Natural History? This is a birthday party, Bill. For eight-year-olds. We're basically robbing babies." "It's a fancy schmancy party, remember? These are rich babies." He tossed the rolled up plans onto the table. "Besides, what's the fun in stealing something easy? It's all about the challenge." "The fun is in not getting caught, that's what." Bill grinned, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Where's your sense of adventure, Mol? You used to love the thrill of the heist." "Before we ended up on the run from the cops and the Russian mafia, you mean?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, those were the days." "Aw come on, it's not that bad. We make a good team. We always get away with the loot." "Except that one time in Paris. And that other time in Tokyo." "Minor setbacks! We got outta there alive, didn't we?" Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. "Look, fine. Let's say I go along with this harebrained scheme. What exactly do you plan on doing with a room full of Power Rangers toys and Barbie dolls?" "Black market. You'd be amazed what desperate parents will pay for those things." "I bet." She snorted. "And how are you planning on getting us into the party in the first place?" Bill snapped his fingers. "Easy. We dress up as clowns." "Clowns? Bill, I hate clowns. They're creepy." "You hate everything, Molly. And no one suspects a thing of clowns at a kids' party. They'll never even bat an eye." "I refuse to wear a red nose and oversized pants." "It's that or a pink wig and a tutu, so your choice." Bill smirked. Molly groaned. "You're impossible sometimes, you know that?" She picked up the blueprints, unrolling