Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those presents, Bill! It’s like a treasure trove of joy!” Bill adjusted his mask. “Joy? More like a jackpot! But how do we get in?” Molly grinned. “Simple. We crash the party as clowns!” “Clowns? You want us to dress up as clowns?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “What if we scare the kids?” “Exactly! While they’re crying, we’ll be snatching gifts!” Molly chuckled. “Trust me, it’s foolproof.” Bill sighed. “Foolproof? More like clown-proof. What if someone recognizes us?” “Who’s going to recognize us? We’ll be in full clown makeup!” Molly waved her hands dramatically. “Just think of the chaos!” “Chaos? Or a trip to jail?” Bill crossed his arms. “I’m not keen on sharing a cell with a guy named ‘Bubbles.’” “Bubbles? That’s your concern?” Molly rolled her eyes. “We’ll be in and out before anyone notices. Just follow my lead!” “Fine, but if I end up in a clown car, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s get our big shoes on and make some kids cry!” Molly laughed, grabbing a pair of oversized shoes. “This is going to be epic!”