Molly and Bill sat in their cramped kitchen, sipping lukewarm coffee and pouring over the blueprints of the children's party venue. Black cat figurines lined the shelves, their empty eyes watching the would-be heist duo as they planned their next move. "Okay, so we'll go in through the air vents," Bill said, tracing a path with his finger along the drawing. "Are you kidding me? We're not exactly ninjas, Bill. We're more like middle-aged civilians with a perpetual cough and a nagging knee pain." "Hey, watch it. We're not that old." Bill rubbed his knee unconsciously. "You're right, you're not that old. You're just decrepit. I'm the old one." "Oh, shut up. We can totally squeeze into those vents. I've seen teenagers do it in the movies." "Yeah, teenagers who are half our age and weigh half as much. We'd get stuck in there and end up as a human pinata for a bunch of sugar-high six-year-olds." "Fine, so we'll go in the front door then. We'll just blend in with the parents." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You mean the parents who all know each other and would notice two strangers walking in off the street? No thanks. I'd rather stick my hand in a blender." Bill sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "We need to think outside the box here, Molly. What's the worst that could happen?" "The worst that could happen is we get caught and spend the rest of our lives in a minimum-security prison being forced to make children's party decorations for pennies an hour." "That's not so bad," Bill said with a grin. Molly shot him a dirty look. "You're not funny, Bill. Besides, I'd rather eat glass than make pom-poms for a living." Bill shrugged. "Okay, so what's your big idea then?" Molly drummed her fingers on the table, a look of concentration on her face. "We need to think like kids. What would kids want to see at a party?" "Clowns?" "Too obvious. And too terrifying." "Face painters?" "Too messy. And also terrifying." "Magicians?" Molly's eyes lit up. "Now we're cooking with gas. We'll go in as magicians." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You know how to do magic tricks?" Molly shook her head