“Okay, Bill, the plan is simple,” Molly said, peering over a map of the park where the party was happening. “Right, simple. Just like the time we broke into that bakery for stale cupcakes,” Bill grinned. “Those cupcakes were still good! It was like a treasure hunt for the taste buds,” Molly snapped back. “Sure, but our getaway car was a donut truck, remember? The cops found us in the drive-thru.” “Focus, Bill! This is different. We’re not getting caught this time,” she replied, tapping her finger on the map. “So, we sneak in, grab the presents, and sneak out. Easy-peasy.” “Easy-peasy? Have you seen how many kids are at that party? It’s like a mini-Ninja Warrior course in there!” “What, you afraid of a couple of sugar-fueled kids? Come on, Bill, they’re not even looking up from their cupcakes!” He squinted at the sketch. “Yeah, but what if they’re like tiny ninjas? They could take me down before I even hit the piñata.” “The piñata is the distraction, Bill! We can avoid the kids if we time it right. When they go for the piñata, we go for the presents. Operation Sweet Tooth!” “Okay, I’m on board, but what’s the backup plan if we get cornered by kids?” Molly shrugged. “Pretend we’re party clowns? I can juggle!” “Juggle? Have you seen you try to toss a ball? You’d take out a kid’s eye!” “If they’re not careful, it’s survival of the fittest! Anyway, the adults will be too busy trying to figure out why the purple balloons smell like helium.” “So, we whip out the balloons and distract the adults while we stuff our bags?” Bill nodded. “I like it! But what if they start asking questions?” “You know, like, ‘Where do you get your clown training?’ or ‘Why are you wearing ski masks at a children’s party?’” “Exactly! The kids won’t notice, but the adults will be onto us. We can’t have ‘Creepy Clowns’ trending on social media, or we’ll never pull off another job again!” “Okay, fine. We don’t wear masks. But we definitely need those cute little party hats,” Molly suggested, holding up a ridiculously oversized hat. “Cute? They’ll think we’re just quirky entertainers! I mean, they’d never suspect the clowns, right? We’d be like ‘Hi, we’re here to spread joy!’ while we’re stuffing our bags with toys.” “Exactly!” Molly laughed. “We go in full clown mode! Practice those goofy walks, Bill!” “Do we have to? Last time you made me do the chicken dance while you stole cupcakes.” “Trust me, it’ll work. Just remember: we’re ‘the clowns who came for the party but stayed for the gifts.’” “Wow, if this doesn’t work out, you should consider a career in marketing.” “Oh, I plan on doing more than marketing,” she said with a smirk. “Molly’s Connect-the-Dots Clown Academy is opening soon!” “I’ll sign up for the class on stealthy grabs while avoiding toddler tantrums,” Bill quipped. “Perfect! Now, let’s go grab those gifts. The clock is ticking!” “Right! Operation Sweet Tooth is a go!” “Bill, focus! Just don’t trip on the way in, okay?” “I can only try! If I fall, just juggle my dignity afterward.”