"Alright Bill, here's the plan," Molly whispered, glancing over at the brightly decorated children's party tent on the other side of the park. Kiddie music jingled obnoxiously. "Yeah yeah, I got it. Distract 'em with the magic show, tear into those jumbo gift bags while they're all oohin' and aahin', then make like a tree and leaf," Bill said, grinning under his fitted cap. Molly rolled her eyes. "You've watched too many heist movies. This ain't some flashy caper, Bill. We're going in as clowns. Astrodude and Astrochick, remember?" "Right, right. Space clowns. Gonna be a piece of cake in these suckers," Bill said, smoothing the overstuffed belly of the one-piece rainbow-striped jumpsuit. "If you say so. Let's get paid," Molly said, popping her knuckles. They high-fived vigorously then slipped on their disguise wigs and oversized shoes. "Break a leg out there!" The clowns pranced towards the children's party tent, fooling around and honking each other's noses. Bright-eyed 5-year-olds squealed at the intergalactic pranksters. Showtime was on. The circus would pay.