“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering through the bushes at the colorful balloons. “We sneak in during the cake cutting.” “Cake cutting? You mean the part where kids scream for sugar?” Bill raised an eyebrow. “Brilliant.” “Focus! We grab the presents while they’re distracted. Easy peasy.” “Right, because kids are known for their attention spans. What if they see us?” “Then we just pretend to be clowns. You’ve got the nose for it.” “My nose? You’re the one with the red lipstick! I look like a raccoon!” “Raccoons are cute! Just wear a wig or something.” “A wig? I’m not wearing a wig! What if it falls off?” “Then we’ll just say it’s part of the act! ‘Surprise! Raccoon clowns!’” “Great, now we’re stealing presents and ruining childhoods. What’s next, stealing candy from babies?” “Only if they’re not looking! Now, what about the getaway?” “Getaway? You mean the part where we run from angry parents?” “Exactly! We’ll use the old ‘slip on a banana peel’ trick.” “Right, because that’s foolproof. What if we trip over the peel?” “Then we’ll just roll away like cartoon characters!” “Perfect. I can’t wait to be a raccoon clown rolling away from angry parents.”