Molly and Bill sat in a dimly lit room, hunched over a large map spread out on the table. The sound of rain tapping against the window filled the silence. "Alright," Molly began, tracing her finger along the map. "The party's being held at this mansion over here. It's owned by some rich couple who have more money than sense. They throw lavish parties all the time. This should be easy pickings." Bill nodded, adjusting his glasses. "You've got the layout down, I see. But how do you plan on getting us in without being seen?" "Simple," Molly replied, grinning. "We'll dress up as clowns. Who doesn't love clowns, right? We'll blend right in with the entertainment. And once we're inside, it'll be a breeze to scoop up all those shiny presents." Bill furrowed his brow. "Don't you think that's a bit too obvious? Aren't there other ways we could get in? We don't want to attract too much attention. We need to keep a low profile." Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, come on. When have we ever stuck to the plan? Spontaneity is our forte. And besides, who doesn't love a good prank? Imagine the look on those uptight parents' faces when they realize their precious presents have vanished into thin air." Bill sighed, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Alright, Molly. Let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Molly said, slapping her hand down on the map. "Now let's go make some mischief!"