Molly: "Okay, Bill, so here's the plan. We'll dress up as entertainers." Bill: "Seriously? Jugglers or something?" Molly: "Nah, too much work. We'll go as clowns. Easier disguise, and no one suspects a clown." Bill: "What if they want us to perform?" Molly: "We’ll say we're the 'Great Misunderstood Clowns' and specialize in interpretive dance. Kids love that stuff, right?" Bill: "Interpretive dance? You do realize I have the grace of a gorilla, right?" Molly: "Relax, you'll be fine. Just wave your arms dramatically and look deep." Bill: "Fine, but if I trip and fall on a kid, it's your fault." Molly: "Agreed. Now, once we're inside, we blend in, scope out the gift table, and make a move when the cake comes out. Everyone's distracted, we snag the loot, and bolt." Bill: "Cake? How do you know there's cake?" Molly: "It's a kid's party, Bill. There's always cake." Bill: "Alright. But what if someone recognizes us?" Molly: "That's why we wear the big red noses and excessive makeup. No one will see past our clown genius." Bill: "You’re really into this clown thing, huh?" Molly: "Trust me. It’s the perfect caper." Bill: "I still think this is nuts." Molly: "Embrace the chaos, Bill. Embrace the chaos."