Molly slammed the map of the house down on the cracked Formica tabletop. "Okay, Bill, this is it." She jabbed a finger at the blueprint. "The loot's right here—room full of the finest presents money can buy." Bill looked up from his tuna sandwich, a perplexed frown crumpling his forehead. "Molly, we're hitting a kids' party? Isn't that a bit...pitiful?" Molly rolled her eyes, a fiery spark lighting up her sapphire irises. "Think of it as an equalizer, Bill. Kids get too much stuff these days. We're just redistributing some of the joy, right?" Bill sighed, knowing better than to argue with Molly when she got an idea in her head. "I suppose if we were to do it, we'd need a distraction. Balloon animals? Face painting?" Molly clapped her hands together, a sly grin crossing her lips. "Or better yet, a clown! We could have a clown distract them with magic tricks while we swipe the presents." Bill shook his head, a reluctant smile creeping across his face. "Alright, you've convinced me. But if we're gonna pull off the heist of the century—a children's party, no less—we need to make sure we've got a solid alibi." Molly winked, a mischievous glint that spoke of unspoken plans and dreams of sugarplums dancing in her head. "Leave that to me, Bill. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. This'll be a piece of cake—or should I say, a slice of birthday cake?"