Molly tapped her manicured fingernail against the worn surface of the mahogany table, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Okay, so we’re talking a Saturday afternoon, three o’clock sharp. The Sanderson’s annual ‘Little Timmy’s Big Day’ bash. You know, the kind where they hire a bouncy house, rent a clown, and stock the gift table like a Costco warehouse.” Bill, whose idea this whole scheme was, shrugged, tucking a stray strand of his greasy blond hair behind his ear. “Sounds like our kind of party.” Molly snorted. “For stealing everything, you mean? Because it’s going to be a circus trying to get in and out of there undetected.” “Well, that’s where your fancy disguises come in, right? The whole ‘incognito’ thing?” Bill leaned back in his chair, popping open a bag of potato chips and munching loudly. Molly rolled her eyes, already picturing the absurdity of it. “It’s not going to be like a James Bond flick, Bill. We’re not sneaking in through secret tunnels or anything. We’re talking a bunch of screaming kids, overfed adults, and a clown with a questionable past.” “Hey, you never know, maybe we'll find a hidden lair in the bouncy castle.” Bill smirked. “You know, like a secret passage leading to a fortune in… candy?" "Oh, please,” Molly scoffed, “let’s not forget the real reason we’re doing this – the presents. We’ve got to be strategic.” Bill, ever the optimist, grinned. “Strategic? How about we just throw a smoke bomb, grab everything, and make a run for it? I mean, who’s going to chase after us through a cloud of smoke? A bunch of sugar-crazed children?” “That’s exactly the problem, Bill! They’re crazed, they’re loud, and they’re a major distraction.” Molly sighed. “We need a plan. A good one.” “Okay, okay, maybe we need to be a little less… reckless.” Bill conceded, picking at a loose thread on his worn jeans. "So, what’s the plan then? Are we going to dress up like clowns too?” Molly's jaw clenched as she considered the utter absurdity of it all. “No, Bill. We're not going to dress up like clowns. We're going to be… moms.” Bill's eyes widened. “Moms? You’re serious?” “Deadly serious,” Molly confirmed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “We'll blend in, we'll distract, and then, when those sugar crazed kids are finally distracted by the magician, we’ll make our move." "You're actually going to try that? You know, the whole 'pretending to be a mom' thing?" Bill started laughing, his face turning red. Molly smirked. “You heard me, Bill. It’s a genius plan! And if it works, we'll walk away with enough loot to retire to a tropical island, where the only thing we need to worry about is our tan. Now, where do you think we can find some convincing mom outfits?”