Molly, a woman with a mischievous spark in her eyes, sprawled on the worn-out couch, studying a hand-drawn map. Bill, her lanky accomplice, paced the room, juggling three oranges stolen from the neighbor's tree. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, tracing her finger along the map. "We infiltrate the party at exactly 1400 hours. That's when the magician starts his show. Parents will be distracted, kids will be mesmerized, and we'll be like ghosts, blending into the chaos." Bill stopped juggling, catching an orange in each hand and the third under his chin. "But Molly, it's a kids' party. Won't we, you know, stand out a bit?" Molly rolled her eyes. "That's why we'll be dressed as clowns, Bill. The kids will love us, and the parents won't give us a second glance." Bill grimaced, dropping the oranges onto the coffee table. "Clowns? Really? You know I hate clowns, Molly. They're creepy." Molly chuckled. "Exactly. No one wants to look at a clown too closely. It's the perfect disguise." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if any of those kids try to hug me, I'm outta there." Molly laughed, turning back to the map. "Deal. Now, the presents will be piled up here, by the cake table. While the magician pulls a rabbit out of his hat, we'll be stuffing our bags with goodies." Bill leaned over the map, squinting. "And what's our exit strategy? We can't just walk out with sacks full of presents." Molly grinned. "That's where our getaway driver comes in. Jimmy owes me a favor, so he'll be waiting outside with his ice cream truck. We'll stash the presents in the freezer and drive away, handing out popsicles to any suspicious onlookers." Bill raised an eyebrow. "An ice cream truck? Really?" Molly shrugged. "It's genius, Bill. No one questions the ice cream man. Plus, Jimmy's got a killer sound system. We can make our getaway in style, with 'Pop Goes the Weasel' blaring." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Only you, Molly, could turn a kids' party heist into a spectacle." Molly winked. "That's why you love working with me, Bill. Now let's go steal some joy." As they headed out, Bill muttered, "Just remember, Molly. No hugging the clowns." Molly laughed, patting him on the back. "Don't worry, Bill. The only thing we'll be embracing is the thrill of the steal."