"Alright, Bill, let's go over the plan one more time," Molly said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sure thing, Molly. We sneak in through the back gate at 3 PM sharp," Bill replied, adjusting his cap. "And why 3 PM?" Molly quizzed, testing him. "Because that's when the magician starts his act. All eyes on him, none on us," Bill grinned. "Exactly. Now, once we're in, what's next?" Molly asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "We head straight for the gift table. It's usually near the bouncy castle, right?" Bill confirmed, glancing at the map. "Right. And remember, the bouncy castle is our escape route if things go south," Molly reminded him. "Got it. But what if the kids spot us?" Bill asked, a hint of worry in his voice. "Simple. We blend in. You still got that clown nose?" Molly smirked. "Of course. Never leave home without it," Bill chuckled, pulling it out of his pocket. "Perfect. Now, once we have the presents, where do we stash them?" Molly continued, her mind racing. "In the bushes by the fence. Easy to grab on our way out," Bill answered confidently. "And if someone asks what we're doing?" Molly pressed, raising an eyebrow. "We say we're part of the entertainment. Balloon animals, face painting, you name it," Bill suggested. "Good thinking. But remember, no actual balloon animals. We don't have time for that," Molly warned. "Right, right. Just the illusion of it," Bill nodded, making a mental note. "Okay, let's talk about the getaway. What's the plan?" Molly asked, leaning in closer. "We hop on the bikes we stashed in the alley. Quick and quiet," Bill replied, mimicking a pedaling motion. "And if the parents catch on before we leave?" Molly inquired, testing his resolve. "We improvise. Maybe a quick magic trick or two," Bill shrugged, trying to sound confident. "Magic trick? You know any?" Molly laughed, shaking her head. "Not really, but I can pull a coin from behind an ear if needed," Bill admitted sheepishly. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Molly chuckled. "Now, any last-minute concerns?" "Just one. What if the presents are all just socks and educational books?" Bill asked, frowning. "Then we donate them to charity and call it a day," Molly replied, rolling her eyes. "Fair enough. But what if there's a puppy in one of those boxes?" Bill wondered aloud. "Then we adopt it and name it Heist," Molly decided, grinning at the thought. "Alright, Molly. I think we're ready," Bill said, feeling a surge of excitement. "Ready as we'll ever be. Let's make this the most memorable children's party ever," Molly declared, her eyes twinkling. "To the greatest heist of all time," Bill toasted, raising an imaginary glass. "To the greatest heist," Molly echoed, clinking her imaginary glass against his. With a shared nod, they both knew it was time to put their plan into action.