"You serious, Bill? A children's party?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Dead serious. Think about it - a room full of unsuspecting parents and a mountain of unguarded presents. It's a crime not to," Bill grinned mischievously. "But it's for kids, Bill. That's kind of low, even for us," Molly protested. "Hey, don't get all sentimental on me now. It's just presents, not kidnapping. Besides, the kids will get over it. We'll be in and out before they can say 'missing toys'," Bill reassured. Molly sighed, "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, let's get to work on the plan," Bill rubbed his hands together eagerly. "So, how do you propose we get in without raising suspicion?" Molly questioned. "Simple. We go as clowns. Nobody suspects a clown," Bill stated matter-of-factly. "Clowns? Are you insane? I hate clowns!" Molly exclaimed. "Calm down, Molly. It's all part of the act. Trust me, by the end of the night, those parents will be thanking us for rescuing their presents from certain doom," Bill chuckled. "Just make sure that doom doesn't come back to bite us," Molly grumbled.