Molly paced the room, tossing a kid's toy figurine from one hand to the other. "Bill, we've got to be ready for this, man. It's chaos on steroids." Bill sat at the table, tapping out a rhythm with a banana peel. "Chaos? More like pandemonium, sweet cheeks. Think of all the candy, the cake, the party hats—complete sensory overload. And don't forget the kiddos." Molly sighed. "Yeah, yeah, the kiddos. That's the catch. You know their little faces when they catch us, don't you? It could derail the whole heist." Bill grinned, sliding a small device across the table. "Relax, partner. I've got a foolproof plan to distract the rugrats for as long as we need. All eyes on my pocket-sized projector." Molly picked up the device, examining it skeptically. "A video of a talking clown? Really?" Bill winked. "The educational value is off the charts, kiddo. Those little monkey brains will be mesmerized. And while they're enthralled, we'll make our move." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help smirking. "You've given me a headache just thinking about it, but fine. Clowns it is. Let's do this, Bill. These presents are as good as stolen." Bill raised his empty hand in triumph. "Go us! I love a plan that involves relentless joy and sticky fingers."