Molly tapped her pen against the blueprint of the community center. "Alright, Bill, we hit the party at 3:00 PM sharp. They'll be too busy with the piñata to notice us." Bill squinted at the map. "You sure about this? We're gonna be stealing from kids." "Think of it as redistribution of wealth," Molly quipped, her eyes twinkling. "Besides, who needs ten copies of 'My Little Pony' anyway?" "Fair point," Bill chuckled. "But how do we get in without looking suspicious?" "Simple. We dress as clowns. No one looks twice at clowns. They're too busy being terrified." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clowns, huh? You sure you can pull off the makeup?" Molly smirked. "Please, I was born for this. You, on the other hand, might need some tips." "Hey, I can be scary in white face," Bill defended himself. "Sure you can, Bozo. Just remember, no talking. We mime our way through the heist." "Mime? Really?" "Trust me, it's the perfect cover. Now, let's go pick out some big shoes and honk some noses." Bill laughed. "This is the weirdest job we've ever taken." "And the most fun," Molly added, already planning her clownish disguise.