"Alright, Molly, so here's the plan," Bill said, his eyes darting around the dimly lit coffee shop. "We'll sneak in during the height of the chaos. You know, when they're all busy with the piñata and cake. I'll create a distraction with some sparklers, you grab the presents and we're outta there." Molly shook her head, her curly red hair bobbing with the motion. "Bill, that's ridiculous. You can't just use sparklers. That's a fire hazard!" Bill scratched his scruffy chin. "What then? We can't just waltz in there unarmed. The parents will have their eyes on us." "How about this," Molly suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. "We dress up as clowns. Clowns are always welcomed at kids' parties, right?" Bill's eyebrows shot up. "Clowns? Are you nuts? Things could get ugly." "Trust me, it's genius. I've already got the outfits. I saw them at a thrift store a few days ago." "Alright, alright. And what's the signal for me to make my move?" Bill asked, resigned to Molly's plan. "If you see me swooping in with an armful of gifts, that means the coast is clear." Bill frowned. "And if things go south?" Molly winked. "You improvise. Maybe break-dance your way out of there?" Bill sighed. "You know, I used to be a professional kickboxer before I met you." "The clown outfit is optional, Bill. Just saying." Molly grinned, and the two thieves erupted into laughter, cackling over their absurd plan to steal children's presents.