Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those gifts, Bill! We could retire on that haul!” Bill adjusted his ski mask. “Retire? I was thinking more like a nice vacation. You know, somewhere without kids.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Right, because nothing says ‘relaxation’ like a beach full of screaming toddlers.” “Okay, fine. But how do we get in? The door’s wide open, but I’m not walking into a party full of sugar-fueled six-year-olds.” Molly grinned. “Simple. We’ll disguise ourselves as clowns!” “Clowns? You want me to wear a red nose and oversized shoes?” “Think of it as method acting! Plus, who would suspect a couple of clowns?” Bill sighed. “I don’t know, Molly. Clowns are creepy. What if they start throwing cake at us?” “Then we throw the cake back! It’s a win-win!” “Right, because nothing says ‘professional thieves’ like a food fight.” Molly smirked. “Exactly! Now, grab that wig and let’s get our party hats on. We’ve got presents to pilfer!” “Fine, but if I end up with frosting in my hair, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s go steal some joy!”