Molly drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the colorful balloons bobbing in the wind outside the suburban home. Next to her, Bill fidgeted with his ski mask, pulling it on and off repeatedly. "Would you cut that out?" Molly hissed, swatting his arm. "You're making me nervous." Bill sighed and tossed the mask onto the dashboard. "I just don't feel right about this, Mol. I mean, stealing from kids? That's low, even for us." Molly rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. These brats are probably drowning in presents. Besides, think of all the cool stuff we might score. Video games, gift cards, maybe even some cash if we're lucky." "I guess," Bill mumbled, unconvinced. He peered out the window at the house. "So, what's the plan?" Molly grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Simple. We wait for the cake. When all the rugrats are gathered around singing 'Happy Birthday,' we sneak in through the back. Should be easy enough to find the present pile and make off with it." "And if someone catches us?" "We'll say we're the entertainment. You can juggle or something." Bill's eyes widened in panic. "I can't juggle!" "Well, learn fast," Molly quipped, reaching into the backseat for her own ski mask. As they watched, a harried-looking woman emerged from the house, phone pressed to her ear. "Yes, I understand it's short notice, but our clown just canceled. Is there anyone else available?" Molly's eyebrows shot up. She turned to Bill with a wicked grin. "I think I just found our way in." Twenty minutes later, Molly and Bill stood on the front porch, decked out in hastily assembled clown costumes complete with red noses and oversized shoes. "I can't believe you talked me into this," Bill grumbled, tugging at his polka-dot bowtie. "Shush," Molly whispered. "And remember, your name is Giggles." The door swung open, revealing the frazzled woman from earlier. Her eyes lit up at the sight of them. "Oh, thank goodness! Come in, come in. The kids are getting restless." As they stepped into the chaos of the party, Bill leaned close to Molly. "Now what?" "Now," Molly said through gritted teeth, her smile never wavering, "we entertain these little monsters until we can get our hands on those presents." For the next hour, Molly and Bill fumbled their way through magic tricks, balloon animals, and a truly disastrous attempt at face painting. All the while, their eyes kept darting to the mountain of brightly wrapped gifts in the corner. Finally, as the cake was brought out, Molly nudged Bill. "This is our chance. You distract them, I'll grab the loot." Bill nodded, his face a mix of panic and determination. He stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Who wants to see Giggles do a cartwheel?" As the children cheered, Molly crept towards the presents. She had just reached the pile when a small voice piped up behind her. "What are you doing with my presents, clown lady?" Molly froze, slowly turning to face a suspicious-looking six-year-old in a princess dress. She forced a laugh. "Why, I'm just... organizing them! Yes, that's it. Making sure they're all neat and tidy for you, birthday girl!" The child's eyes narrowed. "I don't believe you." As Molly stammered for a response, she caught sight of Bill attempting his promised cartwheel. He stumbled, crashing into the cake table and sending frosting flying everywhere. In the ensuing chaos, Molly grabbed Bill's arm. "Time to go!" They bolted for the door, leaving behind a room full of screaming children, confused parents, and one very messy birthday cake. As they peeled out of the driveway, Bill turned to Molly, his face smeared with frosting and defeat. "Next time, let's just rob a bank."