In a dimly lit warehouse, Molly, skittish and panting, nervously tapped her foot as she peered at the maps and blueprints. Her thick bangs flopped in front of her eyes as she mumbled, "I can't believe we're actually doing this. A kids' party. Hiding presents everywhere..." Bill, leaning against the wall with a wry grin, gave her a once-over. "Relax, Molly. Focus. It's just like any other heist. The key is timing. The presents gotta be the first thing into the getaway van." "But kids at the party, tracking our movements?" Molly fretted, worrying her bottom lip. "They could foil the whole thing." "Oh, don't be a Debbie Downer." Bill chuckled. "They'll be too busy with their cotton candy and balloons. Besides, if they catch on, you'll just kidnap them all for hostages. Right?" Molly's eyes widened. "Hostages? You want us to hold a bunch of innocent kids hostage?" "Of course, not the kids, dumbo." Bill scoffed. "The parents. Leverage. Now, whisk them off to a room, bring out the presents, and let's hightail it outta here before anyone notices. Easy peasy." "That...actually might work." She shifted, chewing on it. "We'll need a distraction, though." "I've got just the thing. I ordered a clown to perform," Bill revealed. Molly's face scrunched up. "You got a clown involved? You're serious, right?" "Dead serious. They'll be so preoccupied watching this joker, we'll be out of there before they know it." He grinned, clearly proud of himself. Molly offered a timid smile. "You are a twisted genius, you know that?" "Just don't forget the clown's contract demands a red nose," Bill teased, tapping an icon on his screen. "Now, where were we? Parents hostage, presents in hand, and we're off the hook."