Molly and Bill crouched behind the inflatable castle, the distant sound of children’s laughter mixing with the strains of circus music. "We sneak in through the back, grab the gifts, and get out," Molly whispered, her eyes darting around. Bill scratched his head. "Why do we need disguises again?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Because adults don’t belong at a children's party without looking suspicious, Bill." "Right, right. What did you get me?" She yanked a clown wig from her bag. "This. We’ll look like hired entertainment." Bill grimaced. "I hate clowns." "Deal with it. You want the loot, don't you?" He sighed, shoving the wig on his head. "Fine. What's the plan?" She pointed to the pile of presents under a colorful tent. "You distract the kids. I'll swipe the goods." "How do I distract them?" "Make balloon animals or something. You're good with your hands." Bill twiddled his fingers, pondering. "What if they ask for something complicated?" "Then juggle, do a cartwheel, anything! Just keep them busy for five minutes." He nodded reluctantly. "Okay. And your getaway plan?" She grinned, holding up a small device. "Remote control car. We'll load the presents and zoom out unnoticed." Bill chuckled. "You thought of everything, haven’t you?" "Always do. Let's go make some kids cry."