"Molly, are you sure this is a good idea? What’s the worst that could happen?" Bill asked, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and doubt. "Bill, it’s a goldmine of untouched loot! Parents spend a fortune on these things. We swipe the presents, we’re set for a month!" Molly replied, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "But kids, Molly. Kids. They scream. They cry. They have parents who call the cops," Bill countered, his anxiety growing. "Relax, Bill. We go in, we grab, we out. Quick and clean. Besides, it’s a birthday party. How hard can it be?" Molly insisted, already plotting the heist in her head. "Speaking of which, how are we getting in? Do you have a plan, or are we just winging it?" Bill asked, trying to sound casual. "Plan? Of course I have a plan. I’ll dress up as a clown, you be the ice cream man. They’ll love us," Molly said with a sly grin. "A clown? An ice cream man? Are you serious? What if someone recognizes us?" Bill’s voice was now a mix of panic and disbelief. "Bill, trust me. When you’ve got a cone of happiness in one hand and a distraction in the other, no one’s going to remember anything," Molly assured him, patting his shoulder. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you," Bill grumbled, resigned to the madness that was Molly’s plan.