Molly leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the blueprint of the community center. "So, Bill, you think we can pull this off?" Bill, his fingers drumming on the table, grinned. "Molly, my dear, if there's one thing we're good at, it's turning a children's party into a goldmine." She chuckled, folding her arms. "Goldmine, huh? You do realize we're talking about toys and maybe some gift cards, right?" "Details, details," Bill waved his hand dismissively. "The point is, we're professionals. We'll be in and out before the birthday boy blows out his candles." Molly leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Alright, wise guy, how do you propose we get past the parents? They're going to be all over the place, especially with the cake coming out." Bill leaned back, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Ah, the cake. Classic distraction technique. We use that to our advantage. You create a diversion with the cake, I'll slip in and grab the loot." "And how exactly am I supposed to 'create a diversion' with a cake?" Molly asked, eyebrow raised. Bill winked. "You're resourceful. I have faith. Maybe... a little strategic elbowing? A well-placed foot? The possibilities are endless." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're enjoying this way too much. What if there's a security guard or something?" "Relax, Molly. I've got that covered. I'll be dressed as a clown. Who's going to suspect a clown?" "Everyone," Molly deadpanned. "Clowns are terrifying." Bill laughed. "Exactly! They'll be too busy being terrified to notice me swiping presents. It's perfect." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "You're insane. But okay, clown it is. What about the getaway? We can't exactly pedal away on a tricycle." "Leave that to me," Bill said, tapping his nose. "I've got a mini-van stashed nearby. We'll load up and be out of there before anyone realizes what's missing." Molly nodded slowly. "Alright, Bill. You've got a plan for everything. But one thing's for sure, if we end up on a 'World's Worst Clowns' list, I'm blaming you." Bill stood up, stretching. "Deal. Now, let's go over the plan one more time. You distract with the cake, I infiltrate as the clown, we load up the van, and we're home free." Molly stood as well, a grin spreading across her face. "Home free with a van full of toys. Who would've thought?" Bill clapped his hands together. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get into character. You might want to practice your cake-smashing technique." Molly laughed, shaking her head as she grabbed a nearby pillow, pretending it was a cake. "Here goes nothing." Bill watched her, a proud smile on his face. "That's my girl. Ready for the greatest children's party heist ever?" Molly tossed the pillow aside, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Born ready, Bill. Born ready."