Molly and Bill sat huddled in the cramped, stolen van, surrounded by their arsenal of lock-picks, walkie-talkies, and various disguises. The din of children's laughter and soccer balls thumping against the nearby playground fence punctuated their hushed conversation. "Okay, Bill, I want to go over this one more time," Molly said, her voice low and serious despite the absurdity of their plan. Bill let out an exasperated sigh. "We've gone over it a thousand times, Mol. I think we've got it." Molly shot him a stern look. "Humor me." "Fine," Bill replied, rolling his eyes. "We sneak into the birthday party around two o'clock, just as the kids are sitting down for cake. You dress up like a clown –" "I'm not dressing up like a clown," Molly interrupted. "I'll get too much attention. You dress up like a clown." Bill huffed. "I'm six-five, Mol. I'll stick out like a sore thumb in a bright orange wig." "We've got a tall clown suit," Molly argued. "And you've got the biggest, reddest nose I've ever seen. You were born to play the part." "I don't think that's exactly a compliment," Bill mumbled. Molly ignored him. "Once you're inside, you create a diversion –" "A diversion?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like what?" "I don't know. Do a pratfall. Make balloon animals. Something to get everyone's attention away from me." "And what exactly will you be doing while I'm busy making balloon giraffes?" Molly's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I'll be snagging the presents. We've got one shot at getting in and out before the parents realize what's going on, so we need to be quick." Bill's face screwed up in concern. "What if someone sees you stuffing the presents into your bag?" "We've been over this, Bill. I'm going to wear a bright yellow sundress with huge pockets. I can fit at least a dozen gifts in there." "And what if someone stops you?" Molly's confidence faltered for a moment before she recovered. "I'll just smile sweetly and tell them I'm the party favors lady." Bill raised an eyebrow. "The party favors lady?" Molly shrugged. "It's a thing. I googled it." Bill rubbed his temples. "We're getting