Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered, her eyes fixed on the mountain of presents. "Simple," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "We blend in, act like clowns, and grab the loot." "Clowns? Are you serious?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Dead serious. Look, I've got the costumes right here." Bill pulled out two garish clown outfits from his bag. Molly sighed. "Fine, but if I get a pie in the face, you're dead." "Deal. Now, remember, we need to distract the kids first." "How? Juggling? Balloon animals?" Molly asked, slipping into her clown suit. "Exactly. You juggle, I'll do the balloons. Then, when they're all distracted, we make our move." "Got it. But what if they catch us?" Molly's voice wavered slightly. "Relax, Molly. They're kids. What's the worst they can do? Cry us to death?" Bill chuckled. "Alright, let's do this." Molly took a deep breath. They emerged from the bushes, now fully transformed into clowns. The children squealed with delight. "Hey kids, who wants to see some juggling?" Molly called out, forcing a smile. "And who wants a balloon animal?" Bill added, twisting a balloon into a dog. As the children gathered around, their eyes wide with excitement, Molly and Bill exchanged a quick nod. The heist was on.