The aroma of lukewarm hot dogs, sugar-crazed screams, and abject parental despair wafted through the open window. Bill, sweating profusely in a too-tight clown costume, peered through the flimsy curtains. “Good news?" whispered Molly, expertly concealed within a bouncy castle that was already half-deflated - a testament to the party’s excesses. Bill winced, the oversized clown shoes pinching his already aching feet. "It's a birthday party massacre out there. Pin the tail on the donkey's met an untimely end, the bouncy house is down for the count, and I swear I saw a grown man crying into the dip.” “Perfect. They’ll never suspect a couple of clowns liberating a few lightly-gifted boxes.” “I still think this is wrong, Molly.” Bill adjusted his comically large bow tie with sausage-like fingers. “Stealing from kids? Even hardened criminals have standards.” “They won't miss a few toys," Molly reasoned, her voice muffled by the bouncy castle's plastic. "Their parents are probably billionaires anyway, judging by the size of this monstrosity.” “It just feels…morally ambiguous.” “Since when did you develop morals? Last week you were trying to sell a stolen car battery back to the owner.” Bill mumbled something about supply and demand that Molly chose to ignore. He continued his reconnaissance. "Okay, here's the plan. The gift table is strategically positioned by the refreshment stand. We create a distraction –” “Leave that to me," Molly interrupted. "I've prepared a very special rendition of 'Baby Shark' on the kazoo. It's guaranteed to clear the room in under thirty seconds.” Bill shuddered. "Right. While the masses are fleeing your musical stylings, I'll swoop in, grab the goods, and then we'll make our escape through the back garden." "Don’t forget our cover story," Molly reminded him. "We're Clumsy and Bobo, the most inept clown duo this side of the Mississippi. If anyone gets suspicious, just fall over something. Preferably me." "No problem there," Bill muttered, eyeing the precariously stacked pile of presents that seemed to defy gravity. “On three? One, two –" A high-pitched shriek pierced the air, followed by the distinct crunch of breaking plastic. Molly's muffled voice echoed from within the deflated bouncy castle. "Change of plans. They’ve got a piñata."