Molly, hunched over a blueprint, looked up at Bill. "Alright, so the party starts at 1400 hours. We'll need to blend in. You're gonna be a clown, and I'll be... a very tall child." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A clown, Molly? Really? I've got a fear of small spaces and you want to shove me into a tiny car?" "Well, Bill, it's either that or the giant chicken suit. Your call." Bill sighed. "Fine, fine. But only if I get to drive the getaway car." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, operation 'Steal Their Joy' commences at 1430. We'll need to create a distraction. Any ideas?" Bill pondered, then snapped his fingers. "How about a magical puppet show? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." Molly chuckled. "Oh, that's just cruel, Bill. I love it. With the kids and parents distracted, we'll make off with the presents. Easy peasy." Bill smirked. "Just don't forget the piñata. I hear they're filled with gold these days." Molly rolled her eyes. "Only you, Bill, would believe in the 'Piñata Gold Rush'."