In the dimly lit back room of a rundown diner, Molly spread an intricate blueprint of Mrs. Hastings' opulent mansion across the sticky table. Bill leaned in, eyes darting over the map, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against his steaming mug of coffee. "Think we can pull this off?" Bill asked, skepticism lacing his tone. "Piece of cake," Molly replied, her grin infectious, though her eyes were deadly serious. "Do you see this? The front gate is the only entry for party guests. We'll slip in disguised as clowns." "Clowns?" Bill's voice cracked with doubt. Molly shot him a glare. "Yes, clowns. Trust me, no one suspects the entertainment," she continued, pointing to a hidden passageway leading directly to the gift room. "Once inside, we blend in, scope out the room, and grab the loot during the magic show." "And if we're caught?" Bill's fingers paused, suspended in anxious air. Molly rolled her eyes. "We won't be. Just act natural, and keep your balloon animals believable. Got it?" Bill sighed, nodding despite his apprehension. "Got it." Molly's hand slapped down decisively on the blueprint. "Great. Now, let's go make some kids happy—before we make ourselves richer." A grin slowly formed on Bill's face, matching Molly's mischievous twinkle. With a final nod, they folded the blueprint, ready to embark on their outlandish caper.