“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering through the bushes at the brightly colored 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 wig!” “Fine, we’ll both wear wigs. Clown it up! No one suspects clowns.” “Except for the fact that we’re not clowns. We’re thieves!” “Details, details. Just think of the toys, Bill! The shiny, shiny toys!” “Okay, but what if the parents catch us?” “Then we say we’re lost clowns looking for the nearest circus. It’s foolproof!” “Foolproof? More like ‘foolish’! What if they call the cops?” “Then we run! Clowns are great at running. It’s in the job description!” “Right, because every criminal mastermind has ‘clown’ on their resume.” “Just trust me! We’ll be legends. The Great Clown Heist!” “Legends or not, I’m still not wearing a tutu.”