Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We infiltrate the party, pose as clowns—" "Clowns, Molly? Really?" Bill grimaced, tugging at his collar. "You know I've got a thing about clowns." "Well, you're going to have to get over it. It's the perfect cover. Who's going to suspect Bozo and Chuckles of stealing presents?" Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But if one kid asks for a balloon animal—" "Leave the kids to me," Molly interrupted. "You focus on the presents. We'll do it during the piñata chaos. In and out, quick and clean." "And what about the parents?" Molly grinned. "Oh, Bill, haven't you heard? Parents are always too busy chatting to notice anything. Especially at little Tommy's birthday bash." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And you know this because..." "Trust me," Molly winked. "I've done this before."