Molly leaned over the map spread out on the kitchen table, her finger tracing the outline of the children’s party location. “Bill, we need to nail this. The birthday party is in three hours, and we still don’t have our plan down.” Bill, sprawled on the couch, looked up from his smartphone. “What’s to nail, Molly? We just walk in, grab the loot, and walk out. Easy peasy.” Molly rolled her eyes. “That’s not how it works, genius. We need a cover, an alibi, and a solid escape route. Think of it like a mini-mission.” Bill sighed, sitting up. “Fine, fine. What’s the cover?” “We dress up as clowns,” Molly said, grinning. “It’s a kid’s party. No one will bat an eye.” Bill stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Clowns? Are you serious? I don’t think I can pull off a prosthetic nose.” Molly smirked. “Oh, come on, Bill. You’re a natural at being a clown. Just think of all the times you’ve made people laugh with your stupid jokes.” Bill’s face turned red. “Hey, I resent that. But fine, I’ll do it. What about the presents? How do we carry them out?” Molly pointed to a small, wheeled cart on the map. “We’ll use that. It’s usually for the cake and snacks, but it’ll work for the haul.” Bill nodded slowly. “And what’s the alibi? What do we do if someone asks?” Molly winked. “We say we’re part of the entertainment. Who’s going to question a clown at a kid’s party?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “What if the parents get suspicious?” Molly leaned back, folding her arms. “We’ll make some balloon animals, juggle a few balls, and maybe even do a magic trick. By the time they realize what’s happening, we’ll be long gone.” Bill nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “I like it. It’s risky, but I like it.” Molly got up and started gathering the supplies they needed. “Great. Let’s get started. We need to be in costume and ready to go in an hour.” Bill stood up, stretching. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do the birthday hat trick. You know, where you make the hat bigger and bigger until it’s so big, you can fit the loot inside?” Molly laughed, shaking her head. “Bill, that’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard. But I guess it’s perfect for a clown heist.” Bill chuckled, pulling on a red wig. “Just you wait, Molly. I’m about to blow your mind.” As they finished their preparations, the kitchen filled with the sound of laughter and the occasional burst of practice juggling. The clock ticked down, and the plan began to take shape. By the time they left, they were ready to make history—or at least steal a few presents.