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 black beanie, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the scene. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. Bill, a lanky man with a perpetual smirk, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "We go in, blend with the clowns, and grab the presents. Simple." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Blend with the clowns? You serious?" Bill nodded, pointing to a group of clowns juggling near the bouncy castle. "Look, they're distracted. We just need to act natural." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Natural? In clown costumes?" Bill grinned, pulling out two garish clown wigs from his bag. "Exactly. No one will suspect a thing." Molly reluctantly took the wig, glancing at the pile of presents under the tree. "Fine. But if this goes south, it's on you." Bill chuckled, already donning his wig. "Relax, Molly. What's the worst that could happen?" As they slipped into the party, Molly couldn't shake the feeling that Bill's plans always had a way of going hilariously wrong.