Molly and Bill sat hunched over a table, studying the blueprint of the community center where the children's party was to take place. "Okay, so here's the plan," Molly began, tracing her finger along the map. "You'll enter through the back door, disguised as a clown. That should give you access to the main hall where the presents will be kept." Bill nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And what about you?" "I'll be keeping watch from across the street, ready to signal you if anything goes wrong." She paused, then added with a smirk, "And maybe I'll swipe a slice of birthday cake while I'm at it." Bill chuckled. "Just don't get caught with your hand in the cookie jar... or the cake box, in this case." "Don't worry about me," Molly retorted. "You just focus on grabbing those presents and getting out of there before anyone realizes what's happening." With a final review of their plan, Molly and Bill set off, determined to pull off the most unconventional heist of their careers. As they approached the community center, the sound of children's laughter filled the air, unaware that their presents were about to disappear.