Molly paced back and forth in front of Bill, who was lounging on the shabby couch in their crummy apartment. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is a goldmine. A kid's birthday party? They're going to have all sorts of goodies in there. Toys, games, cash, the works." Bill popped a Cheeto into his mouth and crunched lazily. "And how exactly do you plan on getting us into said goldmine?" Molly stopped pacing and planted her hands on her hips. "That's the best part. We're going as the entertainment." Bill's eyes widened. "You mean, like, as clowns?" Molly grinned. "Exactly like clowns." Bill flopped his head back against the couch. "We can't pull off being clowns, Molly. We're not exactly the jolly type." Molly shrugged. "That's the beauty of it. We're not going as good clowns. We're going as bad clowns. You know, like the kind that scare kids. That way, we can just blend in with the rest of the creepy adults." Bill sat up, a look of excitement on his face. "That's genius, Molly. Pure genius." Molly smiled, clearly pleased with herself. "Thanks, I try." "So how are we going to get the loot out of there?" Bill asked, his mind already racing with the logistics. Molly pulled out a small notebook and began to flip through it. "I've been casing the joint for weeks. There's a side door that's usually left unlocked for the catering staff. We can stash the presents in there and make our escape." Bill whistled. "You really are a mastermind, aren't you?" Molly winked. "Hey, someone has to be the brains of this operation." Bill snorted. "Yeah, because I'm definitely not the brains." Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't sell yourself short, Bill. You're a skilled thief. And you're great at making balloon animals." Bill's face lit up. "Yeah, I am pretty good at that." Molly smiled. "So here's the plan. We get to the party an hour early, set up in the corner, and wait for the kids to get distracted by the bouncy castle. Then we make our move, stuffing as many presents as we can into the catering room. We make our exit, and voila! We're rich