"Listen, Bill," Molly said, her voice hushed despite the fact that they were alone in the back of a beat-up minivan, which, to be fair, wasn't exactly the best place to converse in hushed tones. "This is a children's party. We can't just walk in and start stuffing our pockets with stuffed animals and PlayStations. It'll be bad for business." "Business?" Bill snorted, chuckling to himself. "You're calling this thievery 'business?' You sound like a corporate lawyer in a bad movie, Moll." "Look," she sighed, "I'm just saying a little bit of finesse is in order here. We need a plan. And not just any plan, a plan that doesn't involve us getting chased out by a gaggle of screaming five-year-olds." "You know, I was thinking we could just wear clown outfits," Bill said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sneak in with the kids, blend in with the chaos, and then grab what we can. No one would even notice." Molly shook her head, her smile quickly fading. "You're serious? No. Absolutely not. I don't even want to imagine the nightmares that would follow us for the rest of our lives from that sort of humiliation." "Alright, alright, I get it," Bill conceded. "But what's your plan, then? You're the master heist strategist, right?" "Actually, my plan," Molly began, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper, "involves an elaborate distraction, a double-blind con, and a little bit of... cake." "Cake?" Bill blinked, caught completely off guard. "You're going to steal all those gifts with cake?" "It's simple," Molly explained, a sly gleam in her eyes. "We waltz in as the 'cake delivery team,' carrying a massive, suspiciously heavy cake. We set it down, a little too close to the gift table, and bam! The cake 'accidentally' falls, creating a huge, messy, and frankly hilarious distraction. While everyone's busy cleaning up frosting and birthday candles, we'll snatch the presents and disappear into the chaos." Bill raised his eyebrows in admiration. "Not bad, Moll. Not bad at all. I still say we should wear clown outfits though." Molly glared at him, her voice ringing with an edge of steel, "Don't even think about it." "Just kidding," Bill said, grinning. "So, how're we going to carry all those presents? We'll need a bigger bag than that old backpack you're holding." "Don't worry," Molly replied confidently, "I've already taken care of that. We'll be using the cake box. It's big enough to fit all the plunder, and no one will suspect a thing." Bill chuckled, "You really are a criminal mastermind, Molls. It's like you were born for this." "Yeah, well, it's not all fun and games," Molly grumbled, "but we gotta eat, right?" Bill grinned, "Right. Now, let's go get that cake and get this party started."