Molly leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the brightly colored fliers for the upcoming children's party. "So, Bill, you've got the plan all figured out, right? We're just going to waltz in there, blend in with the clowns, and walk out with a truckload of presents?" Bill, adjusting his oversized novelty glasses, smirked. "Exactly, Molls. It's a kid's party; they'll be too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice a couple of extra presents walking out the door." Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "Only you, Bill, could come up with a heist involving balloons and face paint. But seriously, how do we get past the parents?" "Easy," Bill replied, tapping his nose. "We'll be the entertainment. I've got a friend who owes me a favor. He's a magician. We'll be his 'assistants.' Nobody looks twice at the magician's helpers." Molly raised an eyebrow. "And what if the kids start talking about the 'funny helpers' who took all the gifts?" Bill grinned, pulling out a small box from his pocket. "We'll bribe them with these. Who can resist a magic trick that turns into candy?" Molly laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You're insane. But, I gotta admit, it just might work."