In the dimly lit back alley, Molly and Bill huddled over a sketch of the party venue. "First rule of heisting parties, Bill," Molly said, "never underestimate the power of a sugar rush." Bill chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "So, what's the plan, kid?" he asked, grinning. "We'll hit the party when the parents are distracted by the cake," Molly replied, pointing to the diagram. "I'll scope out the presents, you create a distraction." Bill raised an eyebrow. "And what do you think that looks like?" Molly smirked, "Like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat... or a clown with a squeaky nose." Bill laughed, adjusting his cap. "You're a madwoman, Molly. Let's do this."