Molly peeked over the fence, clipboard in hand. "Okay, Bill, plan’s simple. We crash the party, blend in, snatch the goodies." Bill, disguised in a too-tight superhero costume, scoffed. "Blend in? Look at me! I'm a six-foot-two Power Ranger." "Relax, it's a costume party. Now, when the cake comes out, everyone will be distracted. That's our moment." "Right, so I'll grab the presents while you... what? Help serve cake?" "Exactly," Molly grinned, adjusting her clown wig. "Who’d suspect a clown?" Bill rolled his eyes. "Great, the muscle and the circus reject. Flawless." "Not just any clown, Bill. A clown with a plan. We’ll pile the gifts by the back gate." "And getaway?" "The old Johnson van. Discreet, roomy, and it even smells like dirty laundry." "Perfect for a couple of thieving party crashers," Bill muttered. "But what if someone spots us?" "That’s where improvisation comes in. You juggle." "I can’t juggle." "Then just throw things around. It’s chaos, Bill. Live a little!" "Fine, but if a kid cries, I’m out. I’ve got standards." Molly chuckled. "Let’s make this the best party they’ll never remember."