Molly peered through the maze of party decorations festooned across the yard, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Bill, have you ever seen so many ribbons in one place?" Bill sighed, adjusting his cap. "Molly, focus. We need to figure out a way past that clown. It's the key to getting all those presents inside." "Seriously? A clown? Isn't that a bit cliché?" Molly chuckled, her breath fogging up the window. "Have you seen the size of its shoes? It’s practically a gatekeeper," Bill muttered, shifting his weight impatiently. Molly rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. What if we use the balloon animals as a distraction? You know, create chaos so we can sneak in?" Bill scratched his chin. "You think distractions work on a clown? They'll probably join in, make things worse." "You're such a pessimist," she whispered. "Look, I’ll engage the clown with a sob story about my fear of balloons. Meanwhile, you slip in and grab the gifts. How does that sound?" "That’s... surprisingly devious, Molly." "It’s not my first rodeo," she winked. "Now remember, aim for the big box first. It's always the best one." Bill nodded. "Right, big box. Let’s hope it doesn't explode with confetti."