Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table littered with blueprints, party invitations, and a crudely drawn map. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is gonna be the heist of the century," Molly exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Bill frowned, scratching his head. "I don't know, Mol. A kids' party? Seems a bit low, doesn't it?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, it's perfect! They'll never suspect a thing. Plus, have you seen the gift table? It's piled high with presents!" "Alright, alright," Bill sighed. "So, what's the plan?" Molly grinned mischievously. "I've got it all figured out. You'll dress up as a clown—" "A clown? No way!" Bill interjected, horrified. "Yes, a clown," Molly insisted. "It's the perfect disguise. You'll distract the kids with your 'amazing' balloon animals while I sneak in and grab the presents." Bill grumbled, "I don't like this one bit." Molly patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll be a piece of cake. Just don't pop any balloons, okay?" Bill rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this over with. I can't believe I'm about to become a birthday party crasher."