Molly crouched behind the flowery bushes, her eyes darting between the jubilant throng of squealing children and the fortress of colorfully wrapped presents piled near the clown tent. Beside her, Bill adjusted his fake mustache, which seemed determined to escape from his upper lip. "Is it still clear?" Molly whispered, barely moving her lips. "Crystal," Bill muttered back, fiddling with his oversized clown tie. It was their unlikely disguise: two “clowns” crashing a kiddie party. The plan was almost ridiculous enough to work. Molly’s fingers danced over her toolkit, the tiny screwdrivers and lock picks glinting in the afternoon sun like pirate treasure. She watched as another gaggle of kids stampeded towards the bouncy castle, their guardians' attention slipping like ice cream off a cone. Bill tapped Molly’s shoulder, pointing at a rotund man starting to hand out party hats nearby. They waited for when the next magic trick would start, banking on the magician to pull everyone’s focus. As if on cue, a rabbit leapt from the magician's hat, and the watching crowd erupted in awe. Seizing the moment, Molly nodded to Bill, and together, they shuffled towards the treasure, hidden beneath their billowing clown pants and foolish grins.