Molly perched on the edge of her seat, fidgeting with a blue-striped party hat, "Do you think this hat is too much?" "For the fifth time, Molly," Bill hissed, adjusting his own pirate eye patch, "it's a children's party, everything is meant to be over-the-top." "But what if the kids catch on?" Bill threw his hands up, "They're not going to suspect two adults who are better dressed than them." Molly took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was her first heist with Bill and she didn't want to mess it up. "Are you sure about this plan?" she whispered. Bill grinned, showing off his gold-capped tooth. "Trust me, we'll blend right in with the other jesters, and by the time the clowns realize what hit them, we'll be gone." Molly bit her lip, "But a children's party? Aren't we taking this a bit too far?" "Oh, come on," Bill nudged her playfully, "Where else are we going to find a mountain of unopened presents?" Molly had to admit he had a point there. After all, who would suspect anyone stealing from a children's party? With one final adjustment to her hat, she was ready. "Let's do this thing," Molly said, and they were off to commit the most absurd heist of their careers.