Molly and Bill sat at a small table in Molly's cluttered apartment, poring over a detailed diagram of the crime scene. Molly: "Alright Bill, we know the basics - the party, the gifts, and a room for three kids. But those little monsters could bring down any plan." Bill: "Worked for El Chapito and the Krabby Patty heist. What's different here?" Molly: "Well, for one El Chapito took years to train, and Krabby Patties aren't nearly as valuable as luxury toys. And no clowns to deal with." Bill: "I get the toys part, but why would clowns matter?" Molly: "Don't you know anything? Children love clowns, and who wears clown makeup? Santa Claus and entire gangs." Bill: "Point is, what's your plan genius?" Molly: "My plan is simple - you distract the clowns, I'll be in and out grabbing the loot." Bill: "But you didn't answer my question - how do you expect a clown to be distracted?" Molly: "I haven't quite figured that part out yet... I'll let you know when I have an idea." Bill sighed heavily as Molly scribbled some more notes onto their hastily drawn map.