"Alright, so we're in, we snag the presents, and we're out before anyone even knows we're there," Bill said, pacing behind the table as he scrutinized the blueprint of the party hall. Molly snickered, her eyes glued to the picture of a bouncy castle on the advertisement flyer. "Easier said than done, Bill. This place is going to be swarming with kids and parents, not to mention security cameras and God-only-knows what kind of alarms." Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Details, details. You worry too much, Molly. We've pulled off bigger heists with less surveillance." "Yeah, but you know what? Those heists didn't involve sweaty tootsies running around and a clown making balloon animals," Molly retorted, shaking her head. "We need a distraction. Something big. Like a fuss over a missing cupcake." Bill grinned, a mischievous gleam in his eye. "I love the way you think, partner. I'll concoct a cupcake disaster of epic proportions. If we time it right, everyone will be chasing after the clown, leaving us free to swoop in and snag the loot." Molly's face lit up, and she clapped her hands. "And while they're chasing the clown, we'll make off with the presents. But what about the security cameras?" Bill pulled out a small device from his coat pocket, holding it up for Molly to see. "Never underestimate the power of a decent hacker. I've got a buddy who owes me a favor. He'll disconnect the cameras for five minutes. Tops." Molly arched an eyebrow. "You know, for a thief, you have some rather...unorthodox friends." Bill shrugged, tucking the device back into his pocket. "I have my ways. Now, let's get to work on our catering outfits. We don't want to blend in too much; we need to stand out in a crowd of parents." He pulled out a half-eaten sandwich and took a bite, smirking at Molly. "Time to go undercover as the balloon-eating champions of the night."