"Alright, Bill," Molly said, adjusting her fake mustache, "we're in. The place is crawling with kids, but that's what we want. Less security." Bill, dressed as a clown, twitched his rubber nose. "You're sure about this, Molly? Kids' parties aren't your usual scene." "Exactly, Bill. They're the ones with the toys. And what's the worst that can happen? They'll cry? We'll cry too... of laughter." Molly chuckled, tapping her foot. "Now, we stick to the plan. You distract with your juggling, I'll snatch the presents." Bill sighed, "Fine. But if I get a pie in the face, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Molly grinned, pulling out a small wand. "Ready? On three. One, two, three!"