Molly paused near the entrance, watching how the children clamored for the risqué magician, his face painted white with a twisted smile. The ghoulish entertainer made her ill, but she kept her focus. They had to break into the party and make off with the presents, and the impending chaos of the event was perfect for a distraction. "We can't just barge in and take the presents," Bill whispered, his voice low while glancing around to ensure none of the partygoers were listening. Molly could barely stifle her amusement, knowing full well this was where the brilliance of her accomplice would come to fruition. "I see a big cloud floating around here. It doesn't belong," she stated persuasively. "What should we do with it?" Bill curiously inquired. "We befriend the cloud," she proposed with a mysterious grin. The chubby child sauntered over, eyes locked on the duo, seemingly enamored by their presence. "Mrs. Magical Cloud, can you _____ for me?" he prompted innocently. The parents around the area were mesmerized, too focused on their children to notice anything else out of the ordinary. "Within the cloud, anything's possible," Molly declared, eyes glinting, "let's hatch a plan for our humble cloud to become a thrilling ark that will transport all of you to a magical world. By the way, is your present also magical?" What the child replied to the question would be the final push that would lead to the successful execution of their heist.