"Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We slip in during the Pin the Tail on the Donkey game. Nobody's gonna notice a couple of old pros like us in the chaos," Molly whispered, checking her watch. Bill laughed quietly. "Oh, I like the sound of that. 'Old pros.' You make us sound like seasoned pros, not just a couple of crooks who couldn’t get a real job." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re hilarious, Bill. Really. Now, listen. We need to get in and out before the presents are handed out. Otherwise, we'll have a whole room full of kids crying for Spiderman action figures and Barbie dolls." Bill nodded. "Got it. What's the signal to grab and go?" "When the clown starts juggling," Molly said, smirking. "Sounds... professional," Bill chuckled. "What’s our cover?” "We’re Uncle Bob and Aunt Carol from Canada," Molly said with a straight face. Bill frowned. "Canada? Why Canada?" "Because everyone loves Canadians," Molly deadpanned. "We’re in town visiting. No one will suspect us." "Wonderful," Bill sighed, shaking his head. "Okay, so when do we go in?" "Right after the birthday song," Molly said, checking her watch again. "Don't forget the allergy meds." "Got it," Bill said, patting his pocket. "