"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're going to hit the children's party tomorrow. They're expecting a clown, but they'll get us instead." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A children's party? Really, Molly?" "Trust me," Molly insisted. "These parents go all out. I heard there'll be presents worth a fortune. We just need to blend in." "Blend in? I'm not exactly what you'd call kid-friendly," Bill said, adjusting his fedora nervously. Molly rolled her eyes. "You'll wear a suit. Something black and shiny. We'll be the fancy secret service types. The parents are too busy showing off to notice anything." "And the kids?" Bill asked, a twinge of guilt creeping into his voice. Molly shrugged. "They'll think we're part of the entertainment. Just don't start any fires, alright?" Bill grimaced. "You know me too well." "Alright, here's the layout," Molly continued, handing him a detailed map. "We hit the gift table during the 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' game. Less witnesses." "Got it," Bill nodded. "Let's make this a kiddie party they won't soon forget."