Molly adjusted her ski mask and leaned against the brick wall, "Alright, Bill. This is it. The mother of all heists." Bill fiddled with the clown costume sleeves, "You sure this is gonna work? Children's parties are no joke." "That's the best part." Molly smirked, "Who would suspect a pair of clowns at a kid's party?" "Yeah, but won't their parents be around?" "We'll blend in, Bill. Besides, the parents will be too busy drinking their mimosas to notice a few missing presents." "What's the plan once we get in?" "We'll wait for the cake to be served. That's when the kids will be the most distracted." Molly's eyes sparkled with mischief, "Then, we'll made our move." "And if something goes wrong?" "We've been planning this for weeks, Bill. There's no room for mistakes." Molly shook her head, "Trust me, by the time we leave, those presents will be ours." Bill let out a nervous laugh, "Alright, let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly patted him on the back, "Relax, Bill. We'll be in and out before anyone even notices." She straightened her red wig and grinned, "Now, let's go steal some presents."