Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered, her eyes fixed on the mountain of presents. "Simple," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "We blend in, act like clowns, and grab the loot." "Clowns? Are you serious?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Dead serious. Look, I've got the costumes right here." Bill pulled out two garish clown outfits from his bag. Molly sighed. "Fine, but if I get a pie in the face, you're dead." "Deal. Now, remember, we need to distract the kids first." "How? Juggling? Balloon animals?" "Exactly. You juggle, I'll do the balloons. Then, when they're all distracted, we make our move." Molly nodded. "Alright, let's do this." They slipped into the costumes and approached the party. The kids' eyes lit up as they saw the clowns. "Hey kids, who wants to see some juggling?" Molly called out, tossing balls into the air. "And who wants a balloon animal?" Bill added, twisting balloons into shapes. As the children gathered around, mesmerized, Molly whispered, "Now, Bill." Bill nodded, slipping away towards the presents. Molly kept juggling, her heart pounding. "Almost there," Bill muttered, reaching for the first gift. "Bill, hurry up!" Molly hissed, her smile strained. "Got it!" Bill whispered back, stuffing the presents into a sack. "Time to go," Molly said, dropping the balls and grabbing Bill's arm. They sprinted away, leaving behind a chorus of confused children and one very angry birthday clown.