Molly leaned back in her chair, surveying the blueprints spread across the table. "Bill, this has to be the most ridiculous plan you've ever come up with." Bill threw his hands up in protest. "What's so ridiculous about it? We get in, we grab the presents, and we get out. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy." Molly snorted. "You're talking about robbing a children's birthday party. Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?" "Insane, maybe. But think about it," Bill said, his eyes twinkling. "Who's going to suspect us? Everyone will be too busy watching the clowns and magicians." "And what if we get caught? How do you explain stealing a bunch of toys from a bunch of kids?" Molly retorted. "We won't get caught. Not with our skills," Bill said confidently. "Besides, it's not like we're taking candy from babies. These are rich kids we're talking about. They'll have new toys before they even realize these ones are missing." Molly shook her head. "This is a terrible idea, Bill. I can't believe I'm even considering it." "But think about the payday," Bill insisted. "These are high-end toys we're talking about. And there will be dozens of them, all neatly wrapped and ready for the taking." Molly hesitated. "I don't know..." "Look, Molly, we've been in tighter spots than this before," Bill reasoned. "If we can pull off the Great Museum Caper of '99, we can handle a few overprivileged kids and their fancy toys." "Fine," Molly conceded, throwing her hands up in defeat. "But if we end up in jail for stealing a bunch of Barbie dolls and Lego sets, I'm blaming you." Bill grinned. "Deal. Now, let's go over the plan one more time." Molly rolled her eyes. "Alright, mastermind. Lay it on me. How exactly are we going to pull off the greatest toy heist in history?" "It's simple, really," Bill began, a glint in his eye. "We go in disguised as party entertainers..." "You mean clowns?" Molly interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, clowns," Bill continued, ignoring Molly's skeptical look. "Once we're inside, we mingle with the guests and keep an eye on the present table." "And then?" Molly prompted. "We wait until the party is in full swing, then we make our move," Bill explained. "We'll grab the presents, sneak out through the kitchen, and make our grand escape." "This plan is full of holes, Bill," Molly said, shaking her head. "Nonsense," Bill retorted. "We've got this. Just trust me, Molly. We're going to make history." Molly sighed. "Fine. But I'm not wearing a red nose." Bill laughed. "Deal. Now let's go steal some toys."