Molly leaned against the wall, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We hit the children's party at the community center tonight." Bill raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on his features. "A children's party? Really, Molly? What are we, the Grinch?" "Hear me out," Molly insisted, waving a finger for emphasis. "All those presents, Bill. Unopened, untouched. We swoop in, make it quick, and out before anyone notices." "And how exactly do we explain our presence at a kids' party?" Bill asked, crossing his arms. Molly rolled her eyes. "We dress up. You be the clown, I'll be the fairy godmother. It's perfect." "A clown and a fairy godmother," Bill repeated, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice. "Only you could come up with something this ridiculous." "Hey, it's not ridiculous if it works," Molly shot back, her grin widening. "Besides, think of the payoff. Brand new toys, Bill. We could sell them for a fortune." Bill sighed, but a smile tugged at his lips. "Alright, Molly. You've got me. But if I end up on a watchlist for creepy clowns, I'm holding you responsible." Molly laughed, clapping her hands together. "Deal. Now, let's get into character."