“Alright, Bill, let’s go over the plan one more time,” Molly whispered, her eyes darting around the deserted alleyway. “Sure thing, Molly. So, we sneak in disguised as clowns. Nobody suspects the clowns,” Bill said, adjusting the red wig that looked a size too big for his head. “And, why exactly clowns?” Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because, Molly, it’s a children’s party. Clowns are a staple. Plus, I already invested in these oversized shoes. Non-refundable, remember?” “Right, the shoes. How could I forget? They look like canoes.” “They have character! Anyway, focus, Molly. What’s next?” “We blend into the festivities. You’ll handle the balloon animals—” “And you’ll manage the juggling. We make the kids laugh, get in their good graces.” “Exactly, but don’t get carried away, Bill. We’re here for the presents, not for a stand-up routine,” Molly reminded him sharply. “Got it. No improv. Now, the presents are usually stacked near the cake table, so we need a distraction.” “Leave that to me. I’ll spill some punch, create a commotion. While everyone’s busy cleaning up, you start packing the gifts into the duffle bag.” “I still think we should’ve gone with the magician outfits,” Bill muttered. “Molly, kids are scared of magicians. Clowns are a safer bet.” “Fine. But one hiccup, and I swear, we’re switching to pirate costumes next time.” “Deal. Now, once we’ve got the presents, we make our escape through the back gate.” “And don’t forget to stay in character until we’re out of sight,” Molly added, wagging her finger. “Laughing gas, funny walks, the whole shebang.” “I’ve been practicing my clown laugh. Want to hear it?” Bill asked, puffing out his chest. “No, Bill, let’s save the performance for the audience,” Molly said quickly, fearing an impromptu showcase. “Okay, okay. So, any questions?” Bill asked, tucking a stray hair back under his wig. “Just one. What if we run into the real clowns?” “Hmm. Hadn’t thought of that. Improvisation might come in handy after all,” Bill pondered aloud. “Just stick to the plan, and we’ll be fine,” Molly reassured him. “Remember, confidence is key.” “Confidence? Check. Clown shoes? Double check.” “Oh, and Bill, hide those enormous feet when we’re running. Last time, you tripped over a crack in the pavement.” “Don’t remind me. Still got the scar,” Bill muttered, rubbing his knee. “Okay, let’s synchronize our watches. It’s exactly 2:10 PM now. At 2:30, we make our move.” “Roger that. And Molly, if things go south—” “They won’t, but if they do, we bail and meet back at the safehouse.” “Good. And remember, big smiles,” Bill said, forcing a wide grin that looked more painful than jovial. “Big smiles, indeed. Just don’t scare any of the kids,” Molly said, returning a slightly more convincing grin. “Alright, partner in crime, ready?” “Ready,” Molly responded, her voice steady but electrified with anticipation. The two clowns, with their absurdly large shoes and painted faces, stepped out of the alleyway and into the world of giggles, balloons, and unsuspecting children. As they approached the colorful venue, Bill leaned over and whispered, “This could be our best job yet.” “Or our worst,” Molly countered, hoping for the former as she adjusted her red nose. "Let's make it one to remember."