Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter filled the air. Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses, a smirk playing on her lips. "Bill, you see that clown over there?" she whispered, pointing to a man in a polka-dotted suit juggling brightly colored balls. "Yeah, what about him?" Bill replied, his eyes narrowing. "He's our ticket in. We swipe his costume, and no one will suspect a thing." Bill scratched his head. "You really think we can pull this off?" "Of course," Molly said confidently. "We just need to create a distraction." Bill glanced around, spotting a table laden with cupcakes. "How about we start a food fight?" Molly grinned. "Perfect. You grab the cupcakes, I'll handle the clown." As Bill made his way to the table, Molly crept closer to the clown, who was now making balloon animals for a group of giggling kids. She waited for the right moment, then pounced, grabbing the clown's hat and pulling it over his eyes. "Hey, what the—" the clown exclaimed, stumbling backward. "Sorry, buddy, but we need this more than you do," Molly said, yanking the costume off him. Bill, now covered in frosting, joined her, and they quickly donned the clown suit. "Ready?" he asked, adjusting his red nose. "Ready," Molly replied, her eyes gleaming with mischief. They sauntered into the party, blending in perfectly. No one suspected a thing as they made their way to the pile of presents, their heist going off without a hitch.