Molly leaned against the van, clutching the blueprint of the birthday mansion. "You think we're really doing this, Bill?" Bill twirled his fake mustache, grinning. "Molly, we're not just stealing presents. We're providing a valuable life lesson—no good comes from hosting over-the-top children's parties." "Says the guy who won't see a kid near him within ten feet," Molly laughed, scanning the blueprints. "Let's plan this out. The bouncy castle would be our diversion." Bill nodded, examining his clown disguise. "We hit them when they least expect it—during the talent show." "You and your disguises. You should be in theater," Molly smirked. "Trust me, Molly. No one suspects the clowns." Bill wiggled his eyebrows, adjusting his wig. "Besides, I'm a thespian at heart." "You mean thespian or thieving?" Molly rolled her eyes as they climbed into the van. "Let's roll, Shakespeare. Time to give these spoiled brats a birthday party they won't forget." "It's showtime, my dear." Bill started the van, laughing maniacally.