Molly adjusted her gloves as she inspected the blueprint of the children's party venue. "Bill, the clown's office is our sweet spot—prizes galore," she whispered, her gaze fixated on the colorful wrappers. Bill checked his watch, a smirk forming on his lips. "Three hours 'til the chaos unfolds. Silverman's clown collection will be ours if we move swiftly." Molly nodded, her eyes scanning for tripwires. "No lasers, trust me, I've seen enough hi-tech nonsense. Pure old-school sneak and slide." "Right, the grand entrance. You'll charm the babies, then slip behind the curtain when it's less crowded. I'll handle the bouncy castle—they'll let me all day." "We split, blend in, and when parents swarm for a photo with Clown Face dolls, we'll be gone." Molly's voice was steady, yet her thoughts raced faster than the tiny feet running around. "And the gourmet cake," Bill added, pointing towards the dessert table. "She doesn't notice when her slice is taken—until dessert time. A perfect distraction." Molly chuckled. "You're the ninja of confection, my friend. Remember, timing is key." They shared a look of camaraderie, the weight of their cunning mission pressing slightly but not crushing their spirits. "Let's get back to work, time waits for no pair of thieving twins," Molly said, and with a flick of her wrist, she began to detail her next move. The scene ended as the two masterminds, clothed in monster costumes, prepared to tickle their way to kleptomaniacal glory.