Molly and Bill sat in the dingy diner, sipping their coffee and poring over the schematics of the party venue. The walls were adorned with faded pictures of cartoon characters, and the tables were covered in sticky residue, a testament to the thousands of sugar-fueled children who had eaten there before. "Okay, so we've got two entrances, both of which will be crawling with security," Molly said, tracing the blueprints with her finger. "We'll need to create a diversion to get past them." "I've got just the thing," Bill replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've been working on a new identity – 'Bubbles the Clown'." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious, are you?" "Dead serious," Bill said, a grin spreading across his face. "I've got the outfit, the makeup, the whole works. I'll create a scene, draw the guards away from the main event." Molly shook her head. "And what exactly do you plan to do as Bubbles the Clown?" "Well, I was thinking of doing a bit of a juggling act. You know, to distract the crowd." "A juggling act?" Molly repeated. "With what, exactly?" Bill's grin faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Uh, I'll just... improvise, okay?" Molly sighed. "This is a disaster waiting to happen. What's the plan for getting the presents, anyway?" "Ah, that's the easy part," Bill said, his confidence returning. "We'll just sneak in through the ventilation system and grab them. It's a classic." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You've been watching too many heist movies, Bill. We're not going to fit in the ventilation system, and even if we did, we'd just end up covered in dust and cobwebs." "Okay, okay, so maybe that's not the best plan," Bill conceded. "But I've got a backup. We'll dress up as party staff and just... blend in." Molly facepalmed. "You're aware that the party staff will be wearing bright yellow vests and name tags, right?" Bill's face fell. "Uh, yeah. I might have forgotten that part." Molly sighed, rubbing her temples. "We need a new plan, Bill. And it needs to be better than 'Bubbles the Clown' and ' ventilation system ninja'." The two thieves sat in silence for a moment, sipping their coffee and trying to come up with a better plan. Finally, Molly spoke up. "I've got it. We'll go as the catering staff. We'll bring in a fake cake and – " "And what, exactly, do you plan to do with this fake cake?" Bill asked, a skeptical look on his face. Molly's grin was wicked. "Leave that to me. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Bill's eyes lit up. "Oh, I like it. Let's do it." The two thieves high-fived, their plans for the heist of the century well underway.