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 those circus classes would pay off someday." Molly folded the map, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, we go in at noon. Remember, it's all about timing." Bill stood, stretching. "Got it. Operation Birthday Bash is a go." They exchanged a conspiratorial nod, the thrill of the heist buzzing between them. As they prepared to leave, the anticipation of their audacious plan filled the room.