"What's the plan for this job, Bill? I hope you've got something good up your sleeve," Molly said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Bill smirked, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, I've got a doozy for you, Molly. Picture this: a bunch of snotty-nosed brats running around, completely oblivious to the fact that we're about to make off with all their shiny new toys." Molly laughed, clapping her hands together. "I like the way you think, partner. But how do you propose we get in there without raising suspicions?" "Leave that to me, my dear. I've got a costume that'll make me look like the most convincing clown this side of the circus. As for you, you'll blend right in with the moms." Molly scoffed, "ME? A mom? I don't think so, Bill. I'm more of a fun aunt type." "Fine, a cool aunt then. The point is, we'll be in and out before they can even sing 'Happy Birthday.' And we'll be rolling in so many toys, we'll have to rent a U-Haul to get them all back to the hideout." Molly cackled, her eyes sparkling with glee. "Count me in, Bill. This is going to be a piece of cake." "And don't forget the cake!" Bill added with a wink. "I have a sweet tooth, you know."