Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she whispered, "So, here’s the plan: we pretend to be clowns. Bill, you’re gonna be the one with the big red nose." Bill groaned, adjusting his bright wig. "I knew I should’ve picked the fire escape as my front. Why clowns? Can’t we just, you know, be caterers or something?" "Because, dear Bill, clowns are perfect. No one suspects a clown. Plus, we get to carry around those big satchels, perfect for stashing presents." Bill sighed, looking doubtful. "And what if a kid asks us to do balloon animals?" Molly smiled, patting his shoulder. "We tell them we’re out of helium. Now, once we’re in, you start juggling and distract the kids. I’ll make my way to the present table and start packing them up. Simple as that." Bill nodded, still not entirely convinced. "Okay, but what if a kid starts crying? I’m not exactly the soothing type." Molly laughed. "Then you give them a lollipop and keep juggling. We’ll be in and out before anyone realizes what’s happening." Bill took a deep breath, steeling himself for the mission. "Alright, let’s do this. But if I end up in clown jail, I’m blaming you." Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Deal. Now, let’s go turn this party into a heist."