"Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly said, leaning over the blueprint of the community center. "Sure thing, Molly. We sneak in through the back door at 3 PM sharp. The kids will be distracted by the clown show," Bill replied, tapping the paper with a pencil. "And you're sure the clown won't notice us?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Positive. I slipped him an extra fifty to keep his eyes on the juggling balls," Bill grinned. "Good thinking. Now, once we're in, we head straight for the gift table," Molly continued, tracing a path with her finger. "Right. And what about the cake? You know how I feel about cake," Bill said, his eyes lighting up. "Focus, Bill. Presents first, cake later," Molly insisted, shaking her head. "Fine, fine. But if there's any left, I'm grabbing a slice," Bill muttered. "Deal. Now, the presents. We need to be quick. In and out in five minutes," Molly instructed. "Five minutes? That's barely enough time to admire the wrapping paper," Bill joked. "Bill, this isn't about the wrapping paper. It's about the loot," Molly reminded him. "Yeah, yeah. So, we grab the gifts and head out the same way we came in?" Bill asked. "Exactly. And remember, no funny business. We can't afford to get caught," Molly warned. "Got it. But what if one of the kids spots us?" Bill inquired, scratching his head. "Then you distract them with your balloon animal skills," Molly suggested. "Balloon animals? I haven't made those since my cousin's birthday," Bill said, looking doubtful. "Well, it's time to brush up on your skills. We need a backup plan," Molly insisted. "Alright, I'll practice. But if I end up making a giraffe instead of a dog, it's on you," Bill chuckled. "Fair enough. Now, about the getaway car," Molly said, changing the subject. "Parked two blocks away, engine running. We'll be out of there before anyone notices," Bill assured her. "Perfect. And the disguises?" Molly asked. "Clown wigs and oversized sunglasses. No one will suspect a thing," Bill replied confidently. "Clown wigs? Really, Bill?" Molly questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, it's a children's party. We'll blend right in," Bill defended his choice. "Alright, but if we get caught, I'm blaming the wigs," Molly sighed. "Deal. So, we're all set then?" Bill asked, folding the blueprint. "Looks like it. Just remember, no cake until we're in the clear," Molly reminded him. "Yeah, yeah. Presents first, cake later. Got it," Bill nodded. "Good. Now let's get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a big day," Molly said, standing up. "Can't wait. I've always wanted to crash a party," Bill grinned. "Just remember, we're not guests. We're thieves," Molly reminded him. "Thieves with style," Bill corrected, winking. "Whatever you say, Bill. Just don't mess it up," Molly warned. "Don't worry, Molly. I've got this," Bill assured her. "Alright, see you tomorrow," Molly said, heading for the door. "See you, partner," Bill replied, giving her a thumbs up.