Molly and Bill huddled in the cramped back room of the local coffee shop, sipping on lukewarm lattes as they pored over the blueprints of the target location. The object of their desires was not a high-security museum or a fortified vault, but rather a children's birthday party being held at the posh Oakwood Community Center. "I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, her eyes shining with excitement. "A room full of unsupervised sugar-high kids, and all those presents just waiting to be liberated." Bill rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the headache that was forming. "Molly, have you considered the moral implications of stealing gifts from a room full of eight-year-olds?" Molly waved her hand dismissively. "Morals, schmorals. Those kids are going to be too busy screaming and crying to even notice what's missing. Besides, we're not just going to take everything. We'll leave a few token gifts behind to avoid raising suspicion." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean the crappy ones that their relatives got them?" Molly grinned. "Exactly. I mean, who needs a poke-each- stupid harmonica when you could have a brand-new iPad?" As they continued to plan, Molly's enthusiasm proved to be contagious, and Bill found himself getting caught up in the excitement of the scheme. They pored over the guest list, identifying the most promising targets – the software mogul's kid with the penchant for designer toys, the socialite's child with a weakness for sparkly jewelry. "Okay, so we know the cake is being delivered at 2pm," Molly said, tapping the blueprints with her pen. "I'll create a diversion near the entrance while you slip in through the side door and start scooping up the gifts." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the layout. "And then we make our exit through the ventilation shaft and meet up at the getaway car." Molly nodded, already mentally counting their potential haul. "Piece of cake. I mean, literally." As they finished up their meeting, Molly leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Just one more thing, Bill. We need to dress the part. I've got a guy who can get us matching 'Clown for Hire' outfits. We can blend in with the rest of the party guests." Bill facepalmed. "Molly, there's no way I'm wearing a bright orange wig and a rainbow-colored jumpsuit in public." Molly grinned. "Come on, Bill. It'll be fun. We can be Blinky and Giggles, the birthday party clown duo with a secret life of crime." Bill sighed, resigned to his fate. "Fine. But if anyone recognizes me, I'm blaming you."