Molly and Bill huddled together in their hideout, poring over the blueprints of the party venue. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You'll distract the kids with your juggling routine while I sneak in through the back and grab the presents." Bill frowned. "Juggling? I don't know, Molly. Those little rascals can be tough critics." "Come on, you've got the skills!" Molly encouraged. "Just keep them entertained for a few minutes. I'll be in and out before you know it." "Fine, but what if the parents catch on?" Bill asked nervously. "We'll have a backup plan. If things go south, you start crying and say you're a sad clown who just wanted to make the kids laugh." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A sad clown? Seriously?" Molly grinned. "Trust me, it'll work like a charm. No one can resist a sob story from a clown." Bill sighed. "Alright, let's do this. But if I end up getting pied in the face, you owe me big time." Molly laughed. "Deal! Now, let's go make this the most memorable party those kids will never forget!"