Molly reclined in her chair, chewing on a pen as she flipped through the party's itinerary. "I still can't believe we're doing this." Bill, standing by the window, glanced at her over his shoulder. "You can't back down now. The heist is in two days." "I know, I know." Molly sighed, marking her notepad with a bold red pen. "We're going to look like clowns in that party. Literally." Bill turned back, his eyes betraying a mischievous smile. "Exactly. Clowns and jesters, while we whip out the Swiss Army knives from our oversized shoes." Molly nodded. "And let's hope our disguises can stand up to these kids." "Those little detectives wouldn't suspect a thing," said Bill, now drumming the window sill. "Worst case, we blend in and wait for the loot." "But what about those present bags the host mentioned?" "Overflowing with toys. It'll be child's play," he said, grinning. "Think about it: by tomorrow night, we'll be rolling in bubble wrap and kiddie presents!" Molly leaned back, considering the absurdity. "This is going to be one hell of a story."