Molly adjusted her hat, turning to Bill with a mischievous grin. "Bill, you got the map of the venue?" "Right here," Bill said, unrolling a crudely drawn sketch. "We sneak in through the back gate, avoid the clown, and make a beeline for the gift table." "Clowns," Molly muttered. "Why did it have to be clowns?" "Focus, Mol. We get in, grab the loot, and get out. No funny business with the balloons." Molly chuckled. "Remember that time with the piñata?" "How could I forget? You swung it like a mace." Bill shook his head, smiling. "Alright, after the clown, we dodge the magician, right?" "Yeah, but the real challenge is the kids themselves. They’ve got eyes everywhere." Bill nodded. "We'll blend in. You wear the party hat, I'll carry a slice of cake. Distractions." "Perfect. We’ll be in and out before anyone notices." "And if something goes wrong?" Molly smirked. "Improvise. Act like you belong. Throw some confetti if you have to." "Got it. Let’s do this." The two exchanged a quick high-five before slipping into the shadows, ready to execute their audacious plan.