Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, her eyes darting around nervously. "Of course, Molly. Who'd suspect two adults at a kids' party?" Bill grinned, adjusting his clown wig. "But what if they recognize us?" Molly asked, tugging at her oversized bowtie. "Relax. We blend in, grab the presents, and we're out. Easy peasy," Bill assured her, patting the fake nose on his face. Molly sighed. "Alright, but what's the plan?" "Simple. You distract the kids with balloon animals while I sneak into the gift pile," Bill explained, pointing to the mountain of brightly wrapped presents. "And if someone catches us?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "We improvise. Maybe juggle or something," Bill shrugged. "Juggle? Really?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Hey, it's a party. They'll think it's part of the act," Bill said confidently. Molly took a deep breath. "Fine. Let's do this." "That's the spirit!" Bill chuckled, giving her a thumbs up. They stood up, adjusting their costumes one last time. "Ready?" Bill asked. "Ready," Molly nodded, though her heart pounded in her chest. "Showtime," Bill whispered, and they stepped out from the bushes, heading towards the unsuspecting party.