Molly peered through her binoculars, observing the brightly decorated house with a critical eye. "We're going in at 3 PM sharp, Bill. Dress code: clownish. But not too clownish, we don't want to spook the kiddies." Bill groaned, twirling a fake mustache around his finger. "Can't we just wear all black and sneak in?" Molly snapped her binoculars closed. "Bill! This is a children's party. All black might lead to questions we don’t want to answer. Trust me, we blend in better as overgrown clowns." "But pink polka dots?" Bill whined, holding up a massive, gaudy bow tie. "It's part of the disguise, Bill," Molly said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, you look dashing in polka dots." Bill grumbled, adjusting his oversized shoes. "What about the presents? How're we getting those out?" Molly grinned, revealing a set of grease-stained blueprints. "I have a plan, my friend. And it involves a giant, suspiciously empty bag full of 'candy'." Bill sighed. "You're a madwoman, Molly. A brilliant, ridiculous madwoman." Molly laughed, patting Bill on the back. "That's why we work so well together, Bill. Now remember, at 3 PM, we're the life of the party. Just with slightly heavier loot on our way out." Bill nodded, resigning himself to an afternoon of balloon animals and loot acquisition. "Fun times, Molly. Fun times."