"Molly, this is insane," Bill whispered, shaking his head. "We can't just waltz in and steal presents from a kids' party!" "Oh, come on, Bill! It'll be a piece of cake," Molly retorted, stifling a laugh. "A piece of cake? I bet you've never even baked a cake, Molly!" Rolling her eyes, Molly snapped, "Focus, Bill! We need a distraction. Maybe we can use the clown's show to our advantage." Bill frowned, clearly unconvinced. "But what if the clown sees us?" "Well, it's a risk we have to take. Besides, have you ever seen a clown catch a thief? They can't even catch a break!" Molly chuckled at her own joke. Bill groaned. "Your sense of humor is almost as bad as this plan, Molly." "Cheer up, Bill. The kids will still have their fun, and we'll make a fortune selling those toys. Now, let's put our game faces on and get ready for the greatest heist in children's party history!" Molly declared, adjusting her hat.