The dimly lit basement was cluttered with blueprints and half-eaten pizza boxes. Molly leaned over the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, you got the clown costume ready?" she asked, tapping a finger on the map of the party venue. Bill, lounging on a battered sofa, grinned. "Of course, Molly. It's the best disguise. Who suspects a clown?" Molly chuckled, adjusting her cap. "Exactly. We blend in, make balloon animals, and then—" "Swipe the presents," Bill finished, winking. "But what about the kids? They're like tiny detectives." Molly waved a hand dismissively. "We distract them with candy. Kids love candy." Bill nodded, sitting up. "And the parents?" "That's where your juggling skills come in," Molly replied, smirking. "Keep them entertained while I do the heavy lifting." Bill laughed, tossing a rubber nose in the air. "I knew those circus classes would pay off someday." Molly folded the map, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Remember, timing is everything. We have exactly twenty minutes before the cake cutting." Bill stood, stretching. "Piece of cake," he said, pun intended. Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "Let's make this party unforgettable." With a shared nod, they prepared to execute their most whimsical heist yet.