"Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sure thing, Molly. So, we sneak into the party disguised as clowns, right?" Bill replied, adjusting his oversized red nose. "Exactly. Kids love clowns. No one will suspect a thing," Molly confirmed, twirling a colorful wig in her hand. "But what if they ask us to perform? I can't juggle to save my life," Bill said, looking worried. "Relax, Bill. Just do some silly dances and make funny faces. Kids are easy to entertain," Molly reassured him. "Okay, but what about the parents? Won't they be watching us?" Bill asked, scratching his head. "That's the beauty of it. Parents will be too busy chatting and taking pictures. We just need to blend in," Molly explained, a sly smile on her face. "And the presents? How do we get them out without anyone noticing?" Bill inquired, his brow furrowed. "We'll use the big clown shoes. They're perfect for hiding small gifts. For the bigger ones, we'll have a fake magic trick box," Molly said, pointing to a large, gaudy box in the corner. "Magic trick box? What's that?" Bill asked, puzzled. "It's a box with a false bottom. We pretend to do a magic trick, and while everyone's distracted, we stash the presents inside," Molly elaborated, tapping the box. "Got it. But what if someone wants to see inside the box?" Bill questioned, his eyes wide. "Then we say it's a secret trick and no peeking allowed. Trust me, Bill, I've thought of everything," Molly said confidently. "Alright, Molly. I trust you. But what if a kid recognizes us?" Bill asked, his voice trembling slightly. "That's why we have the face paint and wigs. No one will recognize us," Molly assured him, handing him a tube of white face paint. "Okay, but what if the kids start crying? I don't do well with crying kids," Bill admitted, looking nervous. "Just give them a balloon animal. Kids love balloon animals," Molly said, pulling out a bag of balloons. "Alright, Molly. I'm in. Let's do this," Bill said, taking a deep breath. "Great. Now, remember, we need to be in and out in under an hour. Timing is everything," Molly reminded him, glancing at her watch. "Got it. One hour. No more, no less," Bill repeated, nodding. "And if anything goes wrong, we meet back at the van. No heroics, okay?" Molly said sternly. "Okay, no heroics. Just get the presents and get out," Bill agreed. "Perfect. Now, let's get into character," Molly said, applying her face paint. "Right behind you, Molly," Bill said, following her lead. As they finished their disguises, Molly looked at Bill and grinned. "Ready to make some kids laugh and steal some presents?" "Ready as I'll ever be," Bill replied, adjusting his wig. "Then let's go. It's showtime," Molly said, leading the way out the door. They walked towards the party, their oversized shoes squeaking with each step. Bill glanced at Molly and whispered, "This is either the best idea we've ever had or the worst." "Only one way to find out," Molly whispered back, her eyes twinkling with excitement.