“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering through the bushes at the brightly colored balloons. “Right, right. We sneak in, grab the loot, and skedaddle. Easy peasy,” Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. “Not quite. We need a distraction first,” Molly said, tapping her chin. “What about the clown?” “The clown? You mean the one with the giant shoes and squeaky nose?” Bill chuckled. “Exactly! You make a scene, and I’ll grab the gifts,” Molly said, grinning. “Make a scene? I can’t juggle!” Bill protested. “Who said anything about juggling? Just trip over your own feet or something!” “Great plan, Molly. I’m a professional thief, not a circus act.” “Just channel your inner child, Bill. Kids love chaos!” “Fine, but if I end up in a pie-eating contest, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, what’s your clown name?” “Clumsy McStumble, obviously.” “Perfect! Clumsy McStumble it is. Now, when you create the distraction, I’ll be in and out like a ninja.” “A ninja? With my skills, I’m more like a walrus in a tutu.” “Just remember, walrus, we’re in it for the toys!” “Right! Toys, not pies. Got it!” “Let’s do this!” “Onward, Clumsy McStumble!”