Molly leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the blueprint of the community center spread out on the table. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We hit the children's party at seven. It's the annual 'Happy Hooray' bash for the local orphanage." Bill raised an eyebrow, his fingers drumming on the table. "A children's party, Molly? Really? You're suggesting we steal from kids?" "Not the kids, Bill. The presents," Molly corrected, pointing to a highlighted section on the blueprint. "All those generous souls donate mountains of gifts. It's a goldmine." "A goldmine of teddy bears and board games," Bill scoffed. "How much do you think we'll get for a pile of 'Sorry' and 'Operation' games?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Not everything is for resale, Bill. Some of these presents are high-end electronics, designer clothes, even jewelry. We're not heartless. We'll leave the toys and books. We're here for the luxury items." Bill leaned in, his interest piqued. "And how do you propose we get in there without being seen? It's a party, Molly. There'll be kids, parents, probably a clown or two." "Exactly," Molly grinned, "which is why we go in dressed as clowns. We blend in, mingle, and make our move when everyone's distracted by the piñata." "Clowns?" Bill's face twisted in disgust. "I'm not wearing one of those ridiculous wigs." "It's either that or you can be the guy who distracts the security guard while I do the actual stealing," Molly shot back. Bill sighed, conceding. "Fine. Clowns it is. But I'm not wearing makeup. I draw the line at that." "Deal," Molly agreed, her mind already racing with the details. "We'll need to scope out the place beforehand. Make sure we know where the presents are being stored." "And what if they're being watched?" Bill asked, his voice tinged with skepticism. "Then we improvise," Molly said confidently. "We're professionals, Bill. We've handled worse. A bunch of kids and their well-meaning but clueless parents won't be a problem." Bill nodded slowly, the wheels turning in his head. "Alright, but what's our exit strategy? We can't exactly waltz out with armfuls of gifts." "We'll use the chaos of the piñata," Molly explained. "As soon as it breaks, everyone will rush to grab candy. We use that moment to slip away, stash the loot in our getaway car, and change out of our clown costumes." "And if someone recognizes us?" Bill pressed, not entirely convinced. "Then we play the part," Molly said with a wink. "Who's going to suspect a couple of clowns at a children's party? We're practically invisible." Bill chuckled, finally warming up to the idea. "You know, Molly, for a crazy scheme, this might just work." "It's not crazy if it works," Molly replied with a grin. "Now, let's get to planning. We've got a party to crash and presents to steal."