Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering through the gaps at the colorful chaos of the children's party. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered, adjusting her ski mask. "Simple," Bill replied, "we blend in, grab the presents, and get out. Easy peasy." "Blend in? We're adults at a kids' party. How do you propose we do that?" "Costumes, Molly. We need costumes. Look, there's a clown over there. We take his outfit." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You want us to steal a clown's costume? That's your big idea?" "Got a better one?" Bill shot back, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Fine, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you," Molly muttered. "Deal. Now, let's move." They crept closer to the unsuspecting clown, who was busy making balloon animals. "Hey, Mr. Clown," Bill called out, "can you make us a giraffe?" The clown turned, smiling. "Sure thing, kids!" As the clown twisted the balloons, Molly and Bill exchanged a quick nod. In a flash, they grabbed the costume and dashed behind a tree. "Quick, put it on," Molly urged. Bill struggled into the oversized suit. "How do I look?" "Ridiculous," Molly snorted, "but it'll do. Now, let's get those presents." "Right behind you," Bill grinned, adjusting his red nose.