Molly and Bill sat at a small, round table in the back of a dimly-lit coffee shop. Molly sipped her coffee and looked over the blueprint of the children's party venue that Bill had managed to acquire. "Okay, so we've got the layout," Molly said, spreading the blueprint out in front of them. "But how are we gonna get in? There's gonna be security, right?" Bill leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his own coffee. "Yeah, there's gonna be security. But we've got a plan for that." "Oh? Do tell," Molly said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "We'll go in as part of the entertainment," Bill said, grinning. "I've got a buddy who runs a clown company. We'll rent some costumes and makeup, and when the party's in full swing, we'll slip in with the other clowns." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A clown company? Really?" "Hey, it'll work," Bill said, defensively. "And once we're in, we'll make a beeline for the presents. I've heard they've got some serious loot stashed in that kids' room." "What about the kids?" Molly asked. "We can't just waltz in and start stealing from a bunch of toddlers." "Don't worry, we'll be quick," Bill said. "We'll get in and out before the kiddies even notice we're there. And besides, it's not like they're gonna miss their presents. They'll just think the clowns gave them an extra treat." Molly let out a small chuckle. "You always have the best plans, Bill. Okay, let's do this." She reached across the table and held out her hand. "Deal?" Bill grinned and shook Molly's hand. "Deal."