“So, Molly, you ready for the big heist?” Bill leaned against the wall, sporting a smirk that could charm a snake. “Absolutely, Bill! Nothing says ‘high-stakes thievery’ like a children’s party,” Molly replied, rolling her eyes. “Hey, don’t knock it! Those gifts are like, gold dust! You see that big toy truck in the invitation?” Bill grinned. “The one that could crush me if it rolled over? Yeah, I saw it,” she shot back. “What’s your master plan, Captain Genius?” “Oh, it’s simple! We sneak in, grab the presents, slip out undetected. Easy peasy!” Bill said, shrugging dramatically. “Sneak in, huh? You realize we’ll be surrounded by sugar-crazed kids, right? I can barely get through the grocery store without stepping on someone’s tiny foot,” Molly sighed. “Plan B. We dress up as clowns!” Bill exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. “Clowns? Really? Because children are definitely not terrified enough at parties,” Molly raised an eyebrow. “What’s next, juggling flaming swords?” “Fine! We’ll skip the clowns. But how about we pose as entertainers? Face paint, balloons… it’s brilliant!” He waved his hands in excitement. “I’m not putting on face paint,” Molly crossed her arms. “Last time I did, my grandmother thought I was going through an identity crisis.” “Okay, no face paint. But we’ll need a distraction. You can be the ‘balloon animal lady.’ Kids love that stuff!” Bill suggested. “I cannot twist balloons into dogs. They end up looking like deformed squirrels,” Molly groaned. “Then I’ll do it! I’m great at making balloon animals!” Bill proclaimed. “They’ll be distracted while I, uh, meander my way to the loot.” “Right, so while you’re charming the kiddos with your balloon rodents, I’ll be the one rummaging through presents? Sounds fair,” she said sarcastically. “Exactly! You get the presents, I get the balloon accolades! It’s a win-win!” Bill nodded enthusiastically. “Then what happens when a kid sees me with a stack of gifts and raises the alarm?” Molly asked pointedly. “Easy! We run like the wind! Or, you know, trip over a toy and go down in a ball of chaos while I yell, ‘It’s all part of the act!’” Bill shrugged with a wink. “Oh, sure, and then we get caught in a sea of little ones, all clamoring to hug us!” Molly laughed, shaking her head. “But, wait—a sea of kids might actually work. They could shield our escape!” “Now you’re thinking! We need to weave through them like... like ninjas!” Bill raised his hands, mimicking kung fu moves. “Ninjas in clown costumes. Very stealthy,” she rolled her eyes again. “Fine! So we’ll ditch the clown costumes and just wear dark clothes like real thieves. We’ll be ninjas with no face paint!” Molly thought for a moment, “What if we crash the party as ‘surprise guests’? You know, just here to help?” “Surprise guests who sneak out with gifts? I like it! Parents always want help!” Bill chuckled. “Okay, so we crash, grab, and run. But if we get caught, you’re taking the blame.” “Deal! But don’t forget the balloon animals!” “Right, our magical cover! Because nothing says ‘master thieves’ like balloon squirrels,” Molly deadpanned. “Exactly! This is gonna be legendary!” Bill laughed as they both plotted their ridiculous mission.