Molly slammed her fist on the table, causing the mugs of hot chocolate to rattle. "Are you out of your mind, Bill? We're planning a heist, not a playdate! Breaking into a kiddie party to steal presents? This is the dumbest idea yet!" Bill leaned back in his chair, unphased. He took a sip of his hot cocoa and said calmly, "Ah, but that's precisely why it's brilliant, my dear. Nobody would ever suspect a couple of hardened criminals like us would stoop to stealing toys from mewling brats. It'll be easy as pie!" Molly glared at him, eyeing the sugar packets. "Easy? Bill, you're not thinking this through. Toddlers are vicious, unpredictable creatures. You underestimate their krav maga skills at your peril! And the parents - can you imagine the guilt trip we'll endure? 'How could you steal from sweet little Timmy on his 3rd birthday? He's had that robot dinosaur for 8 whole minutes!'" Bill waved his hand dismissively. "Pah, you worry too much, love. We'll strike late at night after everyone's passed out face down in icing. Quick in, quick out. While the parents are busy doing body shots off each other, we'll be long gone with a thoroughfare of loot!" Molly's shoulders slumped in exhaustion. This was a losing battle. Bill always got his way with these half-baked schemes. "Fine, I suppose if we're going to do this, we'll need a distraction to keep those little terrors busy." Bill grinned widely, a twinkle in his eye. "Excellent thinking! And I have just the thing... an animatronic clown that tells 'kiddy' jokes and even has a 'laughing hysterically' function! The kids will be mesmerized for hours!" "That's your idea of a distraction?! A creepy robot clown that will likely traumatize them for life? What kind of twisted person do you think I am?!" Molly rubbed her temples. "On second thought, perhaps this heist will be the death of us after all."