Molly wriggled her fingers together, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Okay, Bill, here's the plan. We hit the party at 2pm when the birthday boy is distracted by the piñata. The parents will be too busy refilling the snack tables to notice us slipping in." Bill snorted, setting down his hoagie sandwich. "This is beneath us, Molly. We're sophisticated thieves, not your average, everyday present pilferers." Molly shot him a withering look. "Hey, this is going on the Something's-Gotta-Give website's Top 5 Most Innovative Heists of the Year. We can't let our rep slip." "Rep, schmepp. The joy of stealing from a toddler's party is about as thrilling as stealing socks from a dirty laundry basket." Molly grinned, unfazed. "That's the beauty of it. They won't notice until it's too late. We hit the gift table, grab the decent stuff – toys, gadgets, the obligatory Vtech Tablet for whatever pseudo-learning thing it's supposed to do... after that, we're outta there." Bill raised an eyebrow. "What about the clown, then? Can we not just dress up as clowns to, you know, 'blend in'?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Only if we paint our faces like tragedy victims. Trust me, that thing is teeth-gritting Ugh material."