Molly stirred her tea, a bag of cheap Earl Grey flailing in the lukewarm liquid. She raised an eyebrow at Bill. "So, you're telling me we're going to disguise ourselves as clowns and break into a children's party to steal all their presents?" Bill, who was busy stuffing his face with stale pastry, nodded enthusiastically. "That's the plan, Molly. We can clear at least a grand off all those toys." "A grand?" Molly snorted. "The kids at this party are probably all trust-fund babies. We're looking at more like ten, fifteen grand minimum." Bill's eyes lit up. "Really?" "Really," Molly said. "And that's not counting the silverware we can swipe from the caterers." Bill coughed, crumbs spilling down his shirt. "Silverware? Molly, you can't steal the silverware at a children's party." "Why not?" Molly asked, genuinely perplexed. "Because it's...it's unsportsmanlike." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're going to lecture me about sportsmanship after you suggested we dress up as clowns?" Bill shrugged. "It's just a kids' party, Molly. We can't take advantage of innocent children." Molly scoffed. "They're not innocent. They're brats. They'll be too busy crying because they didn't get the right kind of juice box to even notice the presents are gone." Bill winced. "That's harsh, Molly." "That's life," Molly said flatly. "And besides, it's not like we're going to leave them with nothing. We can swap the presents out with cheaper stuff. They won't even notice the difference." Bill hesitated, clearly unconvinced. Molly sighed and leaned forward. "Listen, do you want to get rich or not?" "I want to get rich," Bill said slowly, "but I also don't want to end up on some kind of 'most hated people in America' list." Molly grinned. "Relax, Bill. No one is going to discover our true identities. We'll be unrecognizable in clown makeup and oversized pants. And think about it, Bill. We'll be giving these kids a valuable life lesson: never take anything for granted, because at any moment a team of thieves in clown costumes can steal all your stuff." Bill frowned. "That's not a very good lesson." "It's a realistic one," Molly said. "Now,