"Okay, Bill, what's the plan?" "Molly, first we blend in. Got the costumes?" "Of course. I'm a clown, you're a magician." "Perfect. While the kids are distracted by your balloon animals, I'll do some magic of my own." "What kind of magic? And please don't say sawing me in half." "Much simpler. Card tricks. Kids love those." "Right, and while you do that, I sneak off to the gift table?" "Precisely. You spot the loot, text me the location." "Got it. But what if someone catches me?" "Misdirection, Molly. You're a clown. Act goofy, juggle, I don't know, fall down or something." "Juggling I can do. Falling down, not so much." "Okay, fine. Just improvise. Now, about the exit strategy." "Back door, through the kitchen. I scoped it out yesterday." "And the getaway vehicle?" "Parked a block away. No point in arousing suspicion." "Nice. So, in and out, five minutes tops?" "That's the idea. But remember, these are kids, Bill, not guards." "Right, we gotta keep it fun, no trauma." "Understood. Oh, and let's avoid the cake. Big mess if it gets smashed." "Got it. Ready, clown?" "Ready, magician." "Let's make these presents disappear." "In a puff of colorful smoke."