Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table, studying a crudely drawn map of the party venue. "We'll enter through the back gate," Molly whispered, pointing at the map. "I heard they'll have a clown there, so we'll need to time it perfectly." Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'll create a distraction by setting off some firecrackers. That should give you enough time to sneak in and grab the presents." "Firecrackers? At a kids' party?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit much?" "Hey, it's not like we're kidnapping the birthday boy," Bill shrugged. "Besides, the louder the better. It'll cover up any noise you make while you're inside." "Fair enough," Molly conceded. "But what if someone spots me?" "Just say you're one of the entertainers," Bill suggested. "Tell them you're a magician or something." "A magician who steals presents?" Molly scoffed. "That's a new one." "Hey, it's a kids' party. They'll believe anything," Bill grinned. "Just don't get caught, alright?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I've got this. Those presents are as good as ours."