Molly and Bill huddled over a crudely drawn map, their eyes tracing the crayon lines that outlined the Johnson's backyard. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the absurdity of their plan. "You sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, adjusting her pink wig. "A children's party seems a bit... low." Bill looked up, his fake mustache twitching. "Low? Molly, it's genius! No security, everyone's distracted, and it's a treasure trove of expensive toys." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You mean a treasure trove of squealing kids and clowns?" Bill chuckled, "Clowns are just another kind of distraction. Besides, we'll be in and out before the happy birthday song." Molly sighed, looking at the map. "Alright, but if I get attacked by a gang of toddlers, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned, "Deal. Now, let's go make some kids cry."