Molly paced back and forth, a grin spreading across her face. "I can't believe we're really doing this," she said. Bill looked up from his clipboard, adjusting his fake mustache. "Stealing presents from a children's party? It's like taking candy from a baby." Molly chuckled. "Literally! But what's our strategy here?" Bill pointed to a diagram on his clipboard. "We'll blend in as entertainers—I'll be the clown, and you'll be the balloon artist." "Balloon artist?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, nobody will suspect a thing," Bill assured her. Molly sighed. "Fine, but let's make it quick. In and out before the kids get restless." Bill nodded, stuffing a handful of balloons into Molly's bag. "Got it. Now, let's get ready to make some kids cry." Molly couldn't help but laugh. "Bill, you're terrible!" "Just playing the part, Moll. Just playing the part."