"Bill, have you ever broken into a children’s party before?" Molly asked, eyeing the stack of party favors laid out on the kitchen table. "Can't say I have, but I'm a quick learner," Bill replied, running a hand through his messy hair. "What’s the plan?" "Well, we wait till the commotion dies down, then we swoop in. Kids are so distracted, they won’t even notice us," Molly said, grinning mischievously. "Sounds simple enough. What about the parents?" "Trust me, they’ll be too busy taking selfies and arguing about who forgot to bring the cake. We’ll be in and out before anyone knows it." "Okay, but what if someone spots us? What’s our cover?" "Easy. We’re the clowns. We show up, make a few balloon animals, and when no one’s looking, we grab the loot." "Balloon animals? I can barely tie my own shoes," Bill groaned. "Don’t worry, I’ll do the balloons. You just make funny faces and distract them." "Got it. Funny faces and distractions. Piece of cake." "Exactly. Now, are you ready for the big heist?" Bill took a deep breath and nodded. "Let’s do this. For the presents." "Right. For the presents."