Molly sat across from Bill, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The dim light of the café cast shadows on their faces as they leaned in, voices hushed yet filled with excitement. "Bill, we're talking about a children's party here," Molly said, her tone a mix of caution and thrill. "Are you sure this is the best idea?" "Of course it is!" Bill grinned, his fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the table. "Think about it: a room full of unsuspecting kids, no real security, and a mountain of presents just waiting to be taken." "But what if we get caught? We’ll be the most hated thieves in the city," Molly replied, her brow furrowing. Bill's smile widened. "We’ll be in and out before anyone even notices. And besides, who’s going to suspect two clowns at a kids’ party? We blend in perfectly." Molly chuckled, her resolve softening. "Okay, but we need a solid plan. We can’t just waltz in and start grabbing presents." "Already got one," Bill said, pulling out a detailed map of the party venue. "We’ll enter from the back, circle around to the gift table, and make our escape through the side door. Simple." Molly studied the map, nodding slowly. "Alright, but if anything goes wrong, I’m blaming you." Bill laughed, clapping his hands together. "Deal. Now, let’s go get those presents."