Molly whispered excitedly, "Bill, you sure the blueprints are correct? Feels crazy to hit a kiddie party." Bill chuckled, adjusting his oversized clown hat, "Yep, exact-amundo! The gift pile's right behind the magician’s curtain. Easy peasy." "And the kids?" "Distracted by the puppet show. We slide in during the grand puppet finale." Molly grinned, "Stage left, snag the loot, stage right, exit—like ghosts!" Bill high-fived her, "Like very sneaky, gift-loving ghosts. Ready to be Bozo and Bubbles?" "Just promise me we won’t actually have to perform." "Hah! No clowning around on the job, Molly. We're in and out." "So, we grab everything? Even the weirdly shaped packages?" "Everything. If it's wrapped, it's ours. Big haul means more choices for fenceable goods." "What about the bouncy castle? I’ve always wanted one." "Not the time for shopping, Molly." "Right, right... professional. Focus on the gifts." "Exactly. We hit at 3 PM sharp. Ready to make the great escape?" "Ready. Let's make this the best worst party ever!" Bill nodded, "For them or for us?" Laughing, Molly adjusted her fake nose, "For our bank accounts!"