Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter filled the air. Molly adjusted her black beanie, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the scene. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. Bill, a lanky man with a perpetual smirk, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "We go in, blend with the clowns, and grab the presents. Easy peasy." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Blend with the clowns? You serious?" Bill nodded, pointing to a group of clowns juggling near the bouncy castle. "Look, they're distracted. We just need to act natural." Molly sighed, shaking her head. "Natural? In clown costumes?" Bill grinned, pulling out two garish clown wigs from his backpack. "Exactly. No one will suspect a thing." Molly reluctantly took the wig, glancing at the children running around. "This better work, Bill." Bill winked, adjusting his own wig. "Trust me, Molly. We're professionals." They slipped on the wigs and, with exaggerated smiles plastered on their faces, sauntered into the party. The children barely noticed them, too engrossed in their games. Molly and Bill exchanged a quick nod, their eyes on the pile of brightly wrapped presents. As they inched closer, a little girl tugged on Molly's sleeve. "Are you here for the magic show?" Molly forced a laugh. "Uh, yes! The magic show. Right, Bill?" Bill nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! And for our first trick, we'll make those presents disappear!"