"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. The kids will be distracted by the clown show," Bill replied, checking his watch. "And you're sure the clown's gonna keep them busy for at least twenty minutes?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Absolutely. I hired the best in the business. This guy can juggle flaming torches while riding a unicycle. The kids won't know what hit 'em," Bill assured her, grinning. "Good. Now, once we're in, we head straight for the gift table. It's usually near the cake, right?" Molly inquired, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Exactly. And remember, we have to act like we're part of the entertainment crew. So, keep that balloon animal kit handy," Bill reminded her, patting the bag slung over his shoulder. "Got it. I'll whip up a few giraffes and poodles if anyone gets suspicious," Molly said, nodding. "And if someone asks who we are?" Bill prompted, testing her. "We're the backup entertainment, of course. The 'Balloon Bonanza Duo.' We were called in last minute," Molly replied confidently. "Perfect. Now, once we grab the presents, we head out the side gate. The getaway car will be parked two blocks down," Bill continued, pointing in the direction of their escape route. "And you've got the driver on standby?" Molly asked, narrowing her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Tony's all set. He knows the drill. He'll be ready to peel out as soon as we give the signal," Bill confirmed, crossing his arms. "Alright, and what about the parents? What if they catch on?" Molly questioned, a hint of concern in her voice. "Relax, Molly. If anyone gets suspicious, we just say we're doing a surprise gift inspection. You know, for safety reasons," Bill suggested, winking. "Gift inspection? That's a new one," Molly chuckled, shaking her head. "Hey, it worked at the last party, didn't it?" Bill countered, smirking. "True. Those parents were so confused, they didn't know what to think," Molly admitted, laughing. "Exactly. So, are we all set?" Bill asked, looking at her expectantly. "Yeah, I think we've got everything covered. Just remember, no sudden moves. We don't want to scare the kids," Molly reminded him, wagging a finger. "Of course. We're professionals, after all," Bill said, feigning indignation. "Alright, let's do this. And Bill, try not to eat any of the cake this time," Molly teased, giving him a playful shove. "No promises, Molly. You know how I feel about chocolate frosting," Bill replied, grinning sheepishly. "Fine, but only after we get the loot," Molly conceded, rolling her eyes. "Deal. Now, let's go make some kids cry," Bill said, rubbing his hands together with glee. "You're terrible, Bill," Molly laughed, shaking her head as they headed towards the party. "Yeah, but you love it," Bill shot back, winking at her. "Maybe a little," Molly admitted, smiling as they approached their target.