Molly and Bill sat hunched over a makeshift table in their hideout, studying a crudely drawn map of the party venue. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint aroma of outdated pizza. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly began, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll enter through the back door, disguised as clowns. That way, we won't raise any suspicion." Bill raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched across his face. "Clowns, Mol? You know I hate clowns. Can't we be something less... creepy?" Molly rolled her eyes. "It's a kids' party, Bill. Clowns are expected. Plus, it's the perfect cover. No one suspects a clown of foul play." "I suppose you're right," Bill grumbled, resigned to his fate. "But I'm not wearing one of those ridiculous red noses." "Fine, no red nose," Molly conceded. "Now, once we're inside, you'll distract the kids with some magic tricks while I sneak into the back room and grab the presents." Bill's face lit up. "Magic tricks? I love magic tricks! I've been practicing my sleight of hand. Watch this!" He reached into his pocket and produced a quarter, making it disappear and reappear with a flourish. Molly couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Great, you can use that trick to keep the kids occupied. Just don't get too carried away, okay? We need to stay focused on the job." "Scout's honor," Bill promised, holding up three fingers in a mock salute. "I'll keep the little rascals entertained while you work your magic in the back room." "Good. Now, once I have the presents, I'll give you the signal—a loud, exaggerated sneeze. That's your cue to wrap up the magic show and meet me at the exit." Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. It's like a dream come true—stealing presents from a bunch of snotty-nosed kids." Molly shot him a warning glance. "Keep it together, Bill. We're not doing this for fun; we're doing it for the payout. Remember, these aren't just any presents. They're the latest, most sought-after toys on the market. We'll make a killing on the black market." "Right, right," Bill agreed, rubbing his hands together greedily. "I won't let you down, Mol. This is going to be the heist of the century!" Molly smiled, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "It'll be a piece of cake, Bill. Those kids won't even know what hit 'em. By the time they realize their presents are gone, we'll be long gone, sipping mai tais on a beach somewhere." Bill laughed, his excitement palpable. "I like the sound of that. Let's do this!" With a shared nod of determination, Molly and Bill finalize their plans, the thrill of the heist coursing through their veins. They knew it was risky, but the payoff would be worth it. After all, who would suspect two clowns of pulling off the greatest party heist in history?