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 juggling ball in the air. "I knew these skills would come in handy someday." Molly folded the map, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "Alright, partner. Tomorrow, we become legends." Bill stood, offering a mock salute. "To the greatest heist of all time." Molly grinned, shaking his hand. "To the presents." As they finalized their plan, the anticipation of the caper filled the room, their laughter echoing in the shadows.