Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table, studying the blueprints of the community center where the children's party was to be held. The smell of grease and stale coffee hung heavy in the air. "Okay, so here's the plan," Molly said, tapping the blueprint with a pencil. "You'll enter through the back door, posing as the clown we hired." Bill grimaced. "Do I have to wear the whole getup? That makeup itches like crazy." "It's essential to the plan," Molly replied with a smirk. "While you're entertaining the kids, I'll sneak in through the side entrance and grab the presents." "And then?" "We'll meet back at the van and make our getaway." Bill sighed. "Fine, but next time, you're the one wearing the clown suit." Molly chuckled. "Deal. Now, let's go over the escape route one more time..." The two thieves leaned closer, finalizing their scheme to make off with the party's haul, unaware that a surprise of their own awaited them.