Molly and Bill sat hunched over a map of the city, spread out on the table before them. Molly's finger traced a route from their hideout to the venue of the children's party. "So, we go in through the back. The party will be in full swing and no one will notice a thing." Molly said, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "We'll have to be quick, in and out before they even know we're there." "What about the parents?" Bill asked, his brow furrowed. "There's bound to be some hanging around." "We'll time it just right. Most of 'em will be dropping their kids off and leaving. We wait 'til the coast is clear, then we make our move." "And the presents?" Bill inquired, his voice laced with a hint of concern. "Oh, they'll be piled up in the corner, just waiting for us. We grab 'em and go. Easy as pie." Molly said, her voice dripping with confidence. Bill leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What about the kids? They're bound to notice two strangers sneaking about." "We'll dress up as clowns. Fit right in with the party theme. They won't bat an eye." Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is gonna be a piece of cake." "Let's just hope the parents don't hire any real clowns." Bill added dryly, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth.