"Alright, Molly, this is it," Bill whispered as they crouched behind a bush, eyeing the colorful bouncy castle and the festive decorations adorning the backyard. "The biggest score of our career – a treasure trove of toys and games." Molly rolled her eyes. "You're making it sound like we're robbing the Queen's jewels. It's just a bunch of plastic junk." "Plastic junk that'll fetch a pretty penny on the black market," Bill countered, rubbing his hands together. "Think of all the kiddies whose hearts we'll be breaking." "Eh, they'll get over it. Besides, we're doing them a favor. This'll teach their parents not to spoil them rotten." "That's the spirit! Now, here's the plan. You create a distraction while I sneak in and grab the goods." Molly arched an eyebrow. "And how exactly am I supposed to distract a bunch of sugar-crazed rugrats?" Bill grinned mischievously. "Easy. You're going to put on a show." "A show? What am I, a clown now?" "Precisely! I've got the perfect costume right here." He reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a bright red nose and a multicolored wig. Molly stared at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious." "As a heart attack, sweetheart. Now, put these on and get ready to entertain." With a groan, Molly snatched the costume pieces from his hands. "Fine, but you owe me big time for this." "Duly noted. Just remember, keep 'em laughing while I make off with the loot." After a few minutes of reluctant preparation, Molly emerged from behind the bush, her face now obscured by a garish clown mask. "How's this?" Bill burst out laughing. "Perfect! You look like a deranged court jester." "Shut up and let's get this over with," Molly grumbled, already regretting her life choices. They crept towards the backyard, staying low to avoid detection. As they neared the party, Bill gave Molly a gentle shove. "Break a leg, funny girl." With a deep breath, Molly stepped into the chaos, immediately drawing the attention of the children with her outlandish appearance. "Hey, kids!" she bellowed in an exaggerated voice. "Who wants to see some magic tricks?" As the excited children swarmed around her, Bill slipped past unnoticed, making a beeline for the present table. He began shoveling gifts into his bag, occasionally glancing over at Molly, who was now juggling an assortment of colorful balls, much to the delight of her captive audience. Just as Bill was about to make his getaway, a stern voice cut through the laughter. "Excuse me, what's going on here?" He turned to find a disapproving mother standing before him, hands on her hips. "Uh, nothing to see here, ma'am," he stammered, trying to hide the bulging bag behind his back. "Just a little entertainment for the kids." The woman's eyes narrowed. "Entertainment? You mean theft! You're stealing those presents!" Bill's eyes widened, and he quickly glanced at Molly, who shrugged helplessly, her clown guise now a hindrance rather than a disguise.