Molly and Bill hunched over a blueprint of the party venue, their faces illuminated by the dim glow of a laptop screen. "Are you sure about this, Molly?" Bill asked hesitantly. "Bill, it's a kid's birthday party, not a Swiss bank," Molly retorted, rolling her eyes. "But what if we get caught?" "Who's going to catch us? The clown?" Molly jabbed a finger at the blueprint. "Look, the loot is all here in the gift room." "Alright, but what's our plan?" Bill questioned, fidgeting with his lockpicking tools. "Simple. You distract the partygoers with your balloon animal act, while I sneak in and swipe the presents." "Wait, balloon animals?" Bill looked horrified. "Molly, I can't do balloon animals!" "Then learn fast. We've got a heist to pull," Molly said with a wicked grin.