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, kids love clowns. We'll be the life of the party." "Fine, but if I get a pie in the face, you're paying for my dry cleaning." Bill chuckled. "Deal. Now, let's get changed." A few minutes later, they emerged from the bushes, dressed in oversized, colorful clown suits. "How do I look?" Molly asked, adjusting her red nose. "Like a million bucks," Bill said, giving her a thumbs up. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be." They sauntered into the party, immediately drawing the attention of the children. "Hey kids, who wants to see some magic?" Bill called out, pulling a deck of cards from his pocket. Molly leaned in. "While you distract them, I'll start gathering the presents." "Got it. Just be quick." Molly nodded and slipped away, leaving Bill to entertain the crowd.