Molly and Bill sat at a small café, sipping lattes and staring at a blueprint of the children's birthday party venue. "I don't know, Bill," Molly said, "this is a new low. Stealing presents from a bunch of kids?" "Come on, Molly, they're just material possessions," Bill replied, winking at her. "And think of the profit. We can fence these toys for a pretty penny." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're a sick man, Bill." "I'm just a man with a vision. And that vision is to get rich off the gullibility of parents who think their kids need a brand-new bike every year." Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "Okay, fine. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get down to business. We'll need to blend in with the party crowd. I've got a few ideas for disguises." Molly raised an eyebrow. "I'm not dressing up as a clown, Bill." "Oh, come on, it'll be fun! We can wear matching 'Krazy Klown' outfits and –" Molly held up a hand, laughing. "No, Bill. Just no."