Molly and Bill sat across from each other in a small, dimly lit café, their voices barely above a whisper. It was a busy time of day, and they didn't want to draw attention to themselves. "So, what's the plan?" Bill asked, pulling out a small notepad. "Well, first we need to figure out when the party is," Molly replied. She had done some reconnaissance work earlier that day, pretending to be a potential clown for hire. "What about this Saturday? That seems like a popular day for kids' parties," Bill suggested. Molly nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think that's perfect. The location is easy to access, and the house doesn't have any alarm system installed." "Good," Bill said, making a note. "Now, what about the actual heist? How do we manage to get in and out without being seen?" Molly leaned back in her chair, smirking. "Leave that to me. I've got just the disguise." She paused for dramatic effect. "A clown suit, of course." Bill laughed nervously. "You're joking, right?" "Totally serious," Molly replied, deadpan. "We'll sneak in during the middle of the party, when all the adults are distracted. Once we've got our hands on all the presents, we'll make our grand exit." Bill frowned. "And what if we get caught?" "Then," Molly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, "we'll blame it on the clown."