Molly leaned across the cluttered table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, Bill, what do you say? We hit the children's party tomorrow?" Bill, who was fiddling with a mini lock pick, looked up, his brow furrowed. "A children's party? You’re kidding, right?" "Dead serious!" Molly said, twirling a strand of her red hair. "Think about it. Bags and bags of presents. All in one place. And those parents? They’re totally gassed from watching the clowns. We’ll waltz in, take what we want, and be out before they even notice." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you plan to get past the birthday kid? Last time I checked, kids don’t exactly let strangers raid their presents." Molly chuckled, pulling a small, glittery bag from her backpack. "Meet my secret weapon: rainbow lollipops. One bite and they’re out cold. We’ve got twenty minutes of uninterrupted thievery." Bill shook his head, still skeptical. "Molly, this sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. What if someone calls the cops?" "Relax," Molly said, leaning back in her chair. "I’ve already scoped out the place. It’s a small, private party in some fancy mansion. No security. No cameras. Just a bunch of clueless parents and overexcited kids. Piece of cake." Bill sighed, running his hand through his messy brown hair. "I don’t know, Molly. This feels ... risky." "Risky, maybe. But think about the payoff. We’ll make a fortune. And with the holiday season coming up, we could really use the cash, don’t you think?" Bill thought for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you." Molly laughed, clapping her hands together. "Deal! Now, let’s go over the plan one more time. We’ll arrive dressed as clowns—" "Clowns?" Bill groaned. "Can we at least pick something less conspicuous?" Molly grinned. "Trust me, Bill. Clowns are perfect. They blend in, they make everyone laugh, and they’re the last people anyone suspects of being thieves. Besides, I’ve already got the costumes." Bill rolled his eyes. "Great. Just what I always wanted. To be a clown." "Lighten up, Bill. It’ll be fun. We’ll do the usual: I’ll distract the parents, you slip in and grab the presents. Meet back at the park in twenty minutes. Simple." Bill took a deep breath, his nerves still on edge. "Okay. But if this goes south, I’m running. No looking back." Molly nodded, her smile never wavering. "Fair enough. Now, let’s get some rest. We’ve got a big day ahead of us. And remember, Bill, keep it light. We’re here to make people happy, not suspicious." Bill nodded, standing up. "I’ll try. But if I see one more happy face, I might just turn to the dark side." Molly chuckled, patting him on the back. "Just stick to the plan, and we’ll be fine. Now, off to bed, you big scaredy-cat. We’ve got presents to steal!"