"Alright, listen up, Bill," Molly said, sliding a map of the children's party across the table. "We're hitting the big one tomorrow. All those presents under that tree? Ours for the taking." "But it's a kids' party, Molly. We can't just barge in there." Bill frowned, studying the map. "Who says? We'll be the most unexpected guests there." Molly grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And imagine the look on those little faces when they discover their presents gone!" "Okay, okay. So, how do we do this without causing a riot?" Bill asked, still hesitant. "Simple. We'll go as clowns. I've got the costumes. We blend in, grab the presents when no one's looking, and slip out." Molly explained, pointing at the map. "But clowns are supposed to bring joy, not steal presents," Bill protested. "Exactly! Who'd suspect two friendly clowns? Plus, it adds a layer of irony. We're stealing laughter and joy." Molly laughed, her plan sounding more absurd by the minute. "Fine. But if this goes south, it's on you," Bill agreed reluctantly, his eyes fixed on the plan. "Trust me, Bill. It'll be the easiest 'present' you'll ever get," Molly chuckled, confident in her scheme.