Molly whispered, "Okay, Bill, remember, the goal is to snag the presents, not the birthday cake." Bill snickered, "I can't promise anything if it's chocolate." "Focus! We sneak in dressed as clowns. Kids love clowns." "But I hate clowns," grumbled Bill, scratching his fake red nose. "Stop complaining. You want the new video game console or not?" Bill adjusted his oversized shoes. "Fine, but if a kid hugs me, I'm out." Molly rolled her eyes. "Here’s the plan: I distract them with balloon animals, you grab the goodies. Easy peasy." "What if someone recognizes us?" "We're in full costume!" Molly sighed. "Just don't talk too much. Your voice is too recognizable." "Got it. Mime mode," Bill nodded, then paused. "Wait, how do I mime if someone asks why I'm taking the presents?" "Improvise, Bill! Pretend it’s a magic trick." "As long as I can disappear with the loot, I'm happy." "Exactly, now let's get those presents and make this the best worst party ever." "Lead the way, clown captain," Bill chuckled, tiptoeing comically behind Molly as they approached the unsuspecting festive chaos.