Molly crouched behind a bush, peering through the colorful streamers that adorned the backyard. “Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?” she whispered, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. Bill, adjusting his fake mustache, grinned. “Come on, Molly! It’s a goldmine! Look at all those presents!” Molly squinted at the pile of brightly wrapped boxes. “Yeah, but it’s a kid’s party. What if we get caught by a bunch of sugar-fueled six-year-olds?” “Relax! We’ll just blend in. Kids love clowns!” He gestured to the clown in the corner, who was busy juggling balloons. “We’ll borrow a couple of costumes.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “You think we can pull off clown outfits? You can barely pull off a turtleneck.” “Hey! I look good in turtlenecks!” Bill huffed. “Besides, it’s all about confidence. Just follow my lead.” “Your lead? Last time, we ended up in a petting zoo!” “Exactly! And we made a fortune selling goat selfies!” Molly sighed, glancing at the presents again. “Fine, but if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s go steal some joy!” Bill declared, puffing out his chest as he marched toward the party, a determined look on his face.