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, adjusting her black beanie. "Simple," Bill replied, grinning. "We blend in, grab the presents, and get out. Easy peasy." "Blend in? We're adults, Bill. How do you propose we do that?" "Costumes, Molly. Costumes. I brought a couple of clown outfits." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? Really? You think that's going to work?" "Trust me," Bill said, pulling out a red nose and a rainbow wig. "Kids love clowns. We'll be the life of the party." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Deal," Bill said, handing her a polka-dotted suit. "Now, let's get changed." A few minutes later, they emerged from the bushes, looking like the most mismatched clowns ever. "Ready?" Bill asked, adjusting his oversized shoes. "As I'll ever be," Molly muttered, trying to keep her wig from slipping. They waddled towards the party, attempting to juggle invisible balls. "Hey, look! Clowns!" a kid shouted, running towards them. "See?" Bill whispered. "Told you." "Yeah, yeah," Molly grumbled. "Let's just get those presents." They mingled with the kids, making balloon animals and cracking jokes, all the while eyeing the pile of brightly wrapped gifts. "Now?" Molly asked, her voice barely audible. "Not yet," Bill replied, watching the parents. "Wait for the cake distraction." As the cake was brought out, the kids swarmed around it, leaving the presents unguarded. "Now," Bill hissed. They moved swiftly, scooping up the gifts and stuffing them into a large sack. "Got 'em," Molly said, her eyes gleaming. "Let's go," Bill urged, and they slipped away, unnoticed, leaving behind a trail of confetti and laughter.