Molly leaned back in her rickety chair, eyeing the crude map laid out on the kitchen table. The lines and arrows were more wobbly than a newborn giraffe, but it was a start. Bill plopped down beside her, his eyes wide with mischief. "Alright, Moll, we've got this," Bill said, his voice dripping with confidence. Molly arched an eyebrow. "Got what, exactly? A plan to crash a kid's party and steal presents? I mean, what's next, stealing from Santa on Christmas Eve?" Bill chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Hey, the risk is part of the thrill. Besides, think of all the goodies. Toys, games, maybe even some cash hidden in the loot. We could make a killing." Molly sighed, tracing a finger along the map. "Alright, fine. But we need to be smart about this. We can't just waltz in and grab everything. We need a distraction, a way to get in and out without drawing attention." Bill nodded, his eyes lighting up. "I've got it. We'll dress up as clowns. It's the perfect cover. Kids love clowns, and we can blend right in." Molly grimaced. "Clowns? Really, Bill? I'm not sure I'm cut out for that." "Come on, Moll, it'll be a riot. We'll have balloon animals, juggling acts, the whole nine yards. And when the time is right, we'll make our move." Molly sighed, resigned. "Fine. But I get to choose the makeup. No way I'm painting my face like a circus freak." Bill laughed, slapping the table. "Deal. Now, we need to figure out how to get in. Do we just show up and hope for the best?" Molly shook her head. "No, we'll need an invitation. There's always that one overeager mom who invites every Tom, Dick, and Harry. We'll find out who she is and get on the guest list." Bill nodded, jotting down notes. "Got it. And once we're in, we'll scope out the present table. We can't just grab everything; we need to be selective. Toys that are easy to carry and have some value." Molly nodded, her mind already racing. "Right. We'll need a bag or two to carry the loot. Something that blends in but can hold a decent amount." Bill grinned. "I've got some empty backpacks in the closet. We can stuff those to the brim and no one will be the wiser. And if anyone gets too curious, we'll just distract them with a magic trick or something." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Alright, let's do this. But remember, no juggling chainsaws or anything dangerous. We don't want to get arrested before we even get the loot." Bill laughed, standing up and stretching. "Deal. Now, let's go hit the costume shop and get our clown on. This is going to be the most memorable heist of the year." Molly stood up, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Alright, you're on. But if this goes south, you're taking all the blame." Bill flashed her a grin. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Moll. Let's go make some kids' dreams come true—our way."