"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. Jingles the Jester. He's got a reputation for making balloon animals that could keep even a hyperactive squirrel entertained," Bill assured her. "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 just another set of parents. Blend in, smile, maybe even grab a slice of cake," Bill suggested, grinning. "Right, right. But what if someone asks whose parents we are?" Molly questioned, a hint of worry in her voice. "Easy. We say we're little Timmy's aunt and uncle. No one ever questions the relatives," Bill said confidently. "Timmy? You sure that's a common enough name?" Molly asked skeptically. "Trust me, there's always a Timmy," Bill replied with a wink. "Okay, so we grab the presents and make a beeline for the exit. But what if someone notices us leaving with the loot?" Molly wondered, her brow furrowing. "That's where the decoy comes in. Remember the piñata plan?" Bill reminded her. "Ah, yes! We set off the piñata early. Candy chaos ensues, and we slip out unnoticed," Molly recalled, nodding. "Exactly. Kids will be too busy diving for sweets to care about a couple of adults sneaking out," Bill said, chuckling. "And if all else fails, we have the emergency exit strategy," Molly added, her eyes twinkling. "Right. The old 'lost puppy' routine. Works every time," Bill agreed. "Okay, Bill, I think we've got this. But what about the parents? Won't they be suspicious?" Molly asked, a hint of doubt creeping in. "Not if we play it cool. Remember, confidence is key. Besides, they're probably more interested in the open bar than the gift table," Bill reasoned. "True. And if anyone asks, we just say we're helping clean up," Molly suggested. "Exactly. No one questions the helpful ones," Bill said, nodding. "Alright, Bill, I think we're ready. Let's make this the heist of the century," Molly declared, her excitement palpable. "Agreed. And who knows, maybe we'll even snag a few goodie bags for ourselves," Bill added with a laugh. "Just remember, no getting distracted by the cake," Molly warned, wagging a finger. "Hey, I can't make any promises. Have you seen the size of those things?" Bill joked. "Focus, Bill. Presents first, cake later," Molly reminded him sternly. "Got it, boss. Let's do this," Bill said, giving her a thumbs up. "Alright, partner. It's showtime," Molly said, grinning as they prepared to embark on their mischievous mission.