The night of the fancy event had arrived, and the party's theme was beautifully Clown themed, luring even the pulsating rain outside, into a false sense of security. As the party neared its peak, the excitement escalated, and while the young guests realized that time was temporarily slipping through their fingers. The thieves, Molly and Bill, stood miles away, silently observing their targets from their chosen high vantage point. They knew the precise moment to slide in. "We barely had time to gather, after few inhibitions were out of the way," Bill whispered as he patted the tumbled mess of chocolate contraband stuffed within his cargo-like trousers, "When the entertainers are fully engaged, that's when we move in." "But they're not alone," replied Molly in a hushed voice, "Three armed guards are patrolling the room and are prowling every corner as if expecting trouble." "This will be tricky," Bill sighed, "We'll have to clean the room and walk out with as little attention as possible." They hastily devised their infiltration plan, splitting their targets into separate portions. They'd mention that they were 'juggling' attendee duties to 'entertain' the audience. Carefully, they snuck into the room, avoiding any cameras that could give away their hide-in-plain-sight stealth. As they started walking towards the room, little did they know that they'd qualified for a make-shift jack-in-a-box basketball tournament, "See this one's mostly filled with soft cake, seems edible." Bill exclaimed as he perfectly executed a one-handed shot into the 'hoop'. Molly, now confident in her disguise, let out a comforting giggle that seemed out of place and a surreptitious clown chimed in, "Sure, I'm not drooling either after watching you all play ball", not missing the slightest cue. Their plan worked, and they shook off any suspicion as they flitted around the flustered guards that were trailing them while attending to their rapt audience. Bill somehow managed to keep them at the 'ring toss' enthralled while Molly distracted the guards at the 'grab the colorful jars with diabolical ease'. As planned, they walled out, ensuring they had the 'presents' with them. Anticipation gave way to a satisfied sigh. They had outdone every Batman and Robin organised in the history. Their shenanigans were a matter of alignment. They departed with the birthdays' gifts in tow, technically unnoticed, and left the party filled with clowns reveling in unbridled laughter, without the slightest clue that they've been prowling under their very noses. Mission accomplished. As the two gifted thieves peeled off into the nocturnal world, victory was synonymous with a sense of public substance. They limped into the back seat of their getaway car, sat down, taking a moment to survey their bounty. Smiling wickedly, Molly made a joke that had both of them snapping with laughter. "Alright, what was it like pulling off the heist in the Clown's playground?" She finally managed to wheeze after a stint of mirth. Bill looked across and smirked: "It was a fiasco in the Circus." As the vehicle wended its way through the city lights, the total flabbergast of their misadventure became a true-blue comedic heist.