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, her eyes fixed on the mountain of presents. "Simple," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "We blend in, act like clowns, and grab the loot." "Clowns? Are you serious?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Dead serious. Look, I've got the costumes right here." Bill pulled out two garish clown outfits from his bag. Molly sighed. "Fine, but if I get a pie in the face, you're paying for my dry cleaning." "Deal. Now, remember, we need to distract the kids first." "How? Juggling? Balloon animals?" "Exactly. You juggle, I'll do the balloon animals. Then, when they're all distracted, we make our move." Molly nodded. "Alright, but what if someone recognizes us?" "Who’s gonna recognize us in these getups? Besides, we’ll be in and out before anyone notices." "Okay, but if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Fair enough. Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be." They donned their clown costumes and, with a deep breath, stepped out from behind the bushes. The children’s laughter grew louder as they approached, and Molly couldn’t help but mutter, "This better work, Bill." "It will," Bill assured her, forcing a smile. "Just keep juggling."