"Alright, here's the plan," Molly said, laying out a meticulously drawn diagram on the table. It was more of a childish doodle than a professional schematic, featuring stick figures wielding cartoon weapons and a giant, lopsided cake. Bill squinted at it. "You call this a plan?" "It's a masterpiece!" Molly countered defensively. "See, we enter through the back door, sneak past the bouncy house - which I'm pretty sure is a giant magnet for parental distraction - and then…" she pointed at a scribbled arrow. "That's where the presents are." "That's where the kids are, Molly," Bill pointed out, "and the parents, and… the clown." He shuddered. "The clown." "Oh, right, the clown," Molly dismissed, waving her hand dismissively. "He's easy. Just say 'boo' and he'll run in the opposite direction. He's probably terrified of clowns himself, actually." "You know, there's a good reason clowns are terrifying," Bill said, "and it's not because they're afraid of other clowns. Maybe… maybe you could just distract him with a pie?" Molly snorted. "Oh, you think that's going to work? I've seen the clown. He's got a face that's been through more pie fights than a bakery owner." "Alright, fine," Bill sighed dramatically. "What about the kids? How do we take the presents from a bunch of screaming, sugar-crazed children? It's basically a room full of little terrorists with juice boxes." Molly grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Terrorists with juice boxes, huh? Now, that I can work with." She tapped her finger on the table. "Here's what we do: we get some candy, maybe some cheap plastic toys." "You want to use a bribe?" Bill sounded skeptical. "Not a bribe," Molly corrected, "a distraction. We'll create a diversion, a little "treasure hunt" – perfect for young, easily-distracted minds." She winked. "We'll keep them busy while we make our Great Escape with their presents." "You sure they'll fall for it?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me," Molly said confidently. "Kids are suckers for anything with glitter and sugar. It'll work like a charm." She paused, a thoughtful look on her face. "Now, the only question is, who gets the piñata?" Bill's eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on! We can't break into a kids' party and not destroy a piñata. That's just plain wrong!" Molly smirked. "You know me too well." She grinned, already planning her next move. "Now, where did I put that baseball bat?"