Molly leaned over the blueprint of the community center, her finger tracing the path to the party room. "Alright, Bill, we hit the jackpot here. A children's birthday bash with over fifty presents." Bill squinted at the map, scratching his head. "Molly, you sure this is the right move? I mean, stealing from kids?" "Think of it, Bill. Brand new toys, gadgets, maybe even some cash. It's practically Christmas morning for us!" "Yeah, but won't there be, like, security or something?" "Nah, it's just a bunch of parents and kids. We slip in, blend with the clowns, and make our move when they're distracted by the piñata." Bill chuckled. "Clowns, huh? You think we can pull that off?" "Please, Bill. You in a wig and oversized shoes? Priceless. Plus, who's gonna suspect a couple of clowns?" "True. But what if the kids start crying?" "We improvise. Maybe do a magic trick or two. Distract and divert. Classic heist strategy." Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, Molly. Let's clown around and make off with the loot." Molly slapped him on the back. "That's the spirit, Bill. Now, let's get fitted for those oversized shoes."