Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief, as she spread out the party layout on the table. "Okay, Bill, I’ve been to this kid’s birthday before. It’s chaos. We can slip in, grab the loot, and no one will even notice." Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the map. "I’m not sure, Molly. It’s a children’s party. We could get caught, and then what? A bunch of angry parents? That’s a whole level of trouble we don’t need." Molly waved him off. "Please, Bill. You’ve got to think outside the box. We’re not just stealing presents; we’re liberating them. Plus, think of the haul! Toys, games, maybe even some cash in the cards. It’s a goldmine." Bill sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What’s the plan, then? How do we get in without looking suspicious?" Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We dress up as clowns. I’ve already got the costumes. We can mingle, do some silly magic tricks, and when no one’s looking, we make our move." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? Molly, are you serious? I’ve never been a clown in my life." Molly laughed, her contagious smile slowly winning him over. "Trust me, Bill. This is going to be the heist of the century. And the best part? The perfect alibi. Who would ever suspect a clown?"