Molly and Bill sat in their beat-up van, parked across the street from the bustling party. "Alright, so here's the plan," Molly began, her eyes gleaming with mischievous excitement. "I'll create a distraction by setting off some fireworks, and while everyone's attention is diverted, you sneak in and grab as many presents as you can carry." Bill scratched his head, looking doubtful. "Fireworks? At a kids' party? Isn't that a bit... dangerous?" Molly waved off his concerns. "Nah, it'll be fine. Just make sure you're in and out before they realize what's happening." "Okay, but what if someone spots me?" Bill asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. "Easy," Molly replied with a grin. "Just say you're the entertainment - a clown or something. No one questions a clown at a kids' party." Bill sighed, resigned to his fate. "Fine, but if I end up getting chased by a bunch of angry parents, I'm blaming you." Molly laughed, patting him on the back. "Don't worry, partner. We'll be in and out before they even know what hit 'em. Those presents are as good as ours."