"Alright, Molly, this is the plan," Bill whispered, fumbling with a crumpled map. "We sneak into the backyard, blend with the clowns, and make our way to the presents." "Blend with the clowns?" Molly raised an eyebrow, adjusting her fake red nose. "Bill, do I really have to wear these oversized shoes?" "Yes, you do," Bill grinned. "It's all about the disguise. Besides, it’s not like anyone’s going to notice.” Molly sighed. "Fine. But if I trip over these ridiculous shoes, I'm blaming you." Bill smirked, patting her on the shoulder. "Relax, it’s a kid's party, not the FBI headquarters. Now, about the cake distraction—" "Wait, what cake distraction?" Molly interrupted, her face lighting up with mischief. "You didn't mention cake." "Oh, didn't I?" Bill chuckled. "Yeah, I’ll make a scene with fallowing face-first into it. While everyone’s distracted, you grab the loot." Molly chuckled. "Classic. But what if I get frosting on the presents?" "Think fast, grab faster," Bill replied, his eyes sparkling. "Now remember, we hit the gift table, not the piñata." "Got it," Molly nodded confidently. "But seriously, are these clown outfits really necessary?" Bill’s eyes twinkled. “Outfits are half the fun. Ready?" Molly straightened her wig. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's steal some smiles."