Molly leaned across the café table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, here’s the plan: we blend in as clowns. I can be the sad one, you can be the happy one." Bill raised an eyebrow, stirring his coffee. "And how, exactly, do you plan on blending in when you can’t even put on a red nose without laughing?" "Hey, I’ll manage. Besides, it’s the thought that counts. We get in, grab the loot, and get out before anyone realizes we’re not actually entertained by balloons." "Children can be quite astute, you know. What if they figure out we’re not real clowns?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Then we tell them we’re undercover ninjas delivering presents. They’ll believe anything." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "And if a parent spots us?" "We’ll tell them it’s a new charity event. ‘Steal for Smiles’—a noble cause to spread joy by stealing from the rich and giving to ourselves." Bill couldn’t help but laugh. "You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?" "Every last detail," Molly said with a grin. "Now, let’s go pick out some clown costumes. And try not to look too amused, or we’ll never pull this off."