"You’re out of your mind, Bill," Molly said, pacing back and forth in their dingy apartment. "We’re not robbing a children’s birthday party." Bill shrugged, leaning back in their threadbare sofa. "Why not? Those little brats have parents with deep pockets. Easy in, easy out." "Because it’s... it’s..." Molly floundered for words. "It’s just wrong, that’s why!" "Oh, now you have a moral compass?" Bill snorted, crossing his arms behind his head. "What happened to the Molly who stole a cop car just for fun?" "This is different," Molly insisted, throwing her hands in the air. "We’d be taking toys from kids, Bill. Little kids. How low can we sink?" "Hey, desperate times, desperate measures," Bill said with a smirk. "Besides, you know how much we need this score. Rent’s due next week and I don’t see any other opportunities knocking at our door." Molly stopped pacing and glared at him. "Fine, let’s say we do this. How exactly would we pull it off?" Bill sat up, his eyes gleaming. "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. We dress up as clowns, blend in with the crowd, then make off with the goods when nobody’s looking." "Clowns? Really?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever tried entertaining kids before? It’s like herding hyperactive kittens." "Ah, but that’s the beauty of it," Bill grinned. "We won’t actually have to be funny. Just throw on some face paint and goofy clothes, and nobody will suspect a thing." Molly rolled her eyes. "I can’t believe I’m considering this. But let’s say we get past the whole moral dilemma and ridiculous disguise part—what about security? You know how paranoid rich people get about their precious offspring." "Security? At a kid’s birthday party?" Bill laughed. "Please. They’ll be too busy making sure little Timmy doesn’t choke on a balloon or something." Molly bit her lip, mulling over their options. "Alright, fine. But if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way. No funny business, no improvising. We stick to the plan and get out as fast as possible, got it?" "Aye, aye, captain," Bill saluted mockingly. "So, does this mean we’re officially going ahead with Operation: Party Pooper?" Molly sighed, defeated. "Yeah, I guess so. God help us if we get caught, though. I don’t think even the most sympathetic judge would look kindly on stealing from children." "Don’t worry, Molly," Bill said, clapping her on the shoulder. "With your brains and my charm, we’ve got this in the bag. Those kids won’t know what hit ‘em." Molly couldn’t help but chuckle. "I swear, Bill. If we end up in prison for this, I’m never talking to you again." "Deal," Bill said, shaking her hand. "Now, let’s go pick out our clown costumes. I’m thinking something with polka dots..." "You’re insane," Molly muttered, following him out the door. And with that, the fate of one unsuspecting birthday party was sealed.