Molly leaned in, a sly grin spreading across her face as she leaned against the dimly lit alleyway wall. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan. We wait until the birthday boy's parents are distracted by the piñata, then we slip in and start grabbing presents." Bill rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I like the part where we grab the presents, but what's the holdup on the distraction? Can't we just, I don't know, shoot a Nerf gun at the parent's ankles or something?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Bill, we're not 12-year-old hackers, we're sophisticated thieves. We need a real diversion, like a strategically-timed clown horn solo." Bill's face lit up. "Now you're talking. But what about the clown? I thought we were sticking to the original plan." "Which involved what, exactly?" Molly asked, flipping open her phone to scan the layout of the party. "Oh, right. No clown. Um, what's the plan again?" "The plan is you create a scene and I swipe the gifts. Got it?" Bill scratched his head. "That's it. I'm so confused."