"Alright," Molly said, pacing the room, "here's the plan: we dress up as clowns, sneak into the party, and grab as many presents as we can before anyone knows what's happening." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You know they'll suspect the clowns, right? That's like the oldest disguise in the book." Molly stopped pacing and looked at him. "Well, what do you suggest? We can't just walk in there like normal people. They'll recognize us as the notorious thieves that have been terrorizing the city for months." Bill shrugged. "I mean, we could always just go in at night and break in through a window. That's always worked in the movies." "But we don't know if there'll be an alarm system," Molly argued. "And even if there isn't, we'll have to spend hours trying to crack the safe. We don't have that kind of time." "So what, then? We just waltz in there and hope for the best?" Bill asked. Molly nodded. "That's the plan. It's bold, it's risky, but it just might work." Bill nodded slowly. "Alright, let's do this. But if anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you." Molly clapped him on the shoulder. "You and me both, buddy. But let's stay positive. We've got this." "Do you have the costumes?" Bill asked. "In the trunk of the car," Molly replied. "Let's get suited up." Bill and Molly made their way to the car, their nerves on edge but their determination unwavering. The heist was about to begin.