Molly and Bill sat in the dimly lit basement of their safe house, surrounded by maps, blueprints, and a wall of post-it notes. The air was thick with the smell of coffee and the tension of meticulous planning. Bill, fiddling with a miniature model of the house they were about to rob, finally turned to Molly. "Alright, Molls, we've gone over this a hundred times. Why are we still here?" Molly, who was meticulously tracing the layout of the house with a red pen, looked up. "Because, Bill, children's parties are the ultimate heist. No one expects it. The security is lax, and everyone is too busy having fun to notice. It's the perfect opportunity." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And the presents? You actually think we can get away with all of them without raising eyebrows?" Molly grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Of course. We come in dressed as clowns, blend in, and use the chaos to our advantage. We'll be in and out before anyone realizes what's happening." Bill leaned back, rubbing his chin. "Clowns? Really? You do realize clowns are practically the devil's emissaries, right?" Molly laughed, placing a hand on his arm. "Relax, Bill. We'll be the most charming clowns you've ever seen. Besides, it's not just about the presents. It's about the thrill, the challenge. We haven't had a good heist like this in ages." Bill nodded, still unsure. "What about the kids? They'll be all over us." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "That's the beauty of it. Kids love clowns. They'll be too busy trying to get their noses painted or balloons shaped into animals to notice us grabbing the loot." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Molls. What if something goes wrong? We could end up in jail, or worse, having to explain to a bunch of six-year-olds why we're stealing their presents." Molly's eyes narrowed. "Bill, we've done this before. We know what we're doing. We have the plan, the alibi, and the get-away. We're professionals." Bill grumbled, but the glint in his eye betrayed his excitement. "Alright, Molls. You've got me. But if we get caught, I'm blaming the clowns." Molly laughed, her spirits lifting. "Deal. Now, let's go over the final details. We'll arrive at 2:30, just as the party is in full swing. Bill, you'll be Mr. Balloons, and I'll be Ms. Happy Face. We'll mingle, make a few kids cry, and then make our move." Bill chuckled. "Making kids cry is definitely in the job description?" Molly nodded. "Absolutely. It's all part of the act. We'll use the tears as a distraction. While the parents are trying to calm the kids, we'll slip into the gift room and start packing." Bill nodded, his confidence growing. "And the getaway?" Molly smiled, pointing to a spot on the map. "We'll stash the presents in the van parked around the corner. You'll drive, and I'll ride shotgun. We'll be on the highway before anyone realizes what happened." Bill stood up, stretching his arms. "Alright, Molls. Let's do this. But if we get caught, I'm telling the judge it was all your idea." Molly laughed, standing up to join him. "You always say that. Now, let's go get ready. The kids are waiting."