Molly leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief, as she spread out the detailed map of the backyard on the kitchen table. "Alright, Bill, this is our shot. The party starts at three, and we need to be in and out before the cake is cut." Bill scratched his chin, eyeing the map skeptically. "Are you sure about this, Mol? I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if they’re all dressed up as superheroes and start throwing water balloons at us?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bill. We’ll be in and out before they even notice. And we’re not exactly dressing as superheroes. We’ll blend in with the parents. I’ve got the uniforms all set." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Uniforms? You mean like construction workers or something?" "Better," Molly smirked. "We’re going as the party clowns. We blend in, make a few kids laugh, and when the chaos starts, we grab the presents and slip out the back. Easy peasy." Bill chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, Mol. I trust you. But if we get caught and end up in clown jail, I’m blaming you." Molly grinned. "Deal. Now, let’s go get those presents."