Molly paced the dimly lit basement, her eyes darting between Bill and the crude blueprint spread on the table. "We've got one shot at this, Bill. You clear on the plan?" Bill nodded, fiddling with a party hat. "Crystal. But why a kid's party? Seems a bit... low." "Low? It's genius! Think about it – expensive gifts, distracted adults, and a perfect cover." "I don't know, Mol. What if we get caught?" Molly rolled her eyes. "That's why we're dressing as clowns, you numbskull." "Clowns? I hate clowns!" "Tough. Now, focus. You handle the gift table, I'll create a distraction." Bill sighed, resigned. "Fine. What's the distraction?" "I'm thinking a juggling act gone wrong. Maybe I'll 'accidentally' set something on fire." "Jesus, Molly! There'll be kids there!" "Relax, it'll be controlled. Mostly." "This is insane. We should bail." Molly grabbed Bill's shoulders. "Listen, you want that beach house or not? This is our ticket. Now, let's go over the escape route one more time." Bill nodded reluctantly, turning back to the blueprint as Molly resumed her pacing, a mischievous glint in her eye.