} Molly leaned against the graffitied wall, flicking through a crumpled notebook. "Okay, Bill. Here's the plan: Operation Pin the Tale on the Donkey." Bill, a heavy-set man with a patch over one eye, pulled at his goatee. "You mean steal presents from a kids' party?" "Precisely," Molly said, her eyes alive with mischief. "We'll blend in, grab the loot, and vanish like magic." Bill chuckled. "Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat?" "Exactly, but without the hat or the rabbit," Molly replied. "We're not amateurs." "Right. So, when do we strike?" "The birthday cake distraction. Everyone's focused on candles, and we sneak presents out." Bill nodded. "What about the kiddie patrol? I hear they're fierce." "Don't worry. I've got a plan for that too." "Hit me with it, partner." "We dress up as clowns. No child can resist a clown." Bill grinned. "You're a genius, Molly. Now, let's rehearse our juggling." "Later, Bill. For now, let's focus on not dropping the presents."