Molly paced the dimly lit garage, her eyes darting between Bill and the blueprints spread across a workbench. "So, we're really doing this? Stealing from kids?" Bill shrugged, adjusting his ski mask. "Hey, times are tough. You got a better idea?" "I don't know, maybe rob a bank like normal criminals?" Molly sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Too risky. This is foolproof," Bill insisted, tapping the blueprints. "We slip in during the magician act, grab the loot, and vamoose." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Vamoose? Who says that anymore?" "Focus, Molly. You remember the plan?" She nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, yeah. I distract the clown while you raid the gift table." Bill grinned. "That's my girl. And remember, if anyone asks-" "We're the backup entertainment," Molly finished, rolling her eyes. "This is ridiculous." "It's genius," Bill corrected. "Now, let's go make some kids cry." Molly grabbed her props and followed Bill to the van, muttering, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." "Trust me," Bill said, starting the engine. "It'll be a piece of cake."