Molly peered through the brightly colored balloon arch at the backyard filled with giggling kids. “Bill, are you really sure about this?” “Absolutely! Just think of all those toys.” Bill adjusted his ski mask, which kept slipping down his forehead. “We’ll be legends!” “Legends? More like clowns!” Molly crossed her arms. “What’s the plan? We can’t just waltz in there.” “Simple! We’ll blend in as party entertainers. You, the clown. Me, the magician!” “A clown? In this outfit?” She gestured at her black leather jacket. “I’ll look like a goth troll.” “Fine, you can be a cool clown. Kids love it!” Bill grinned. “You can juggle... or something.” “Juggle? I can’t juggle!” Molly tossed her head back, frustrated. “And what about your magic tricks?” “I’ve got a killer card trick! Watch this!” He pulled out a deck of cards, nearly flipping them in the air. “Ta-da!” Molly sighed. “So, what’s the first trick? Making my dignity disappear?” “Nice! That’ll keep ‘em distracted!” “But Bill,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “What if we get caught?” “Come on! We just have to act like we belong.” “Right! Because singing ‘Happy Birthday’ will totally disguise us.” “Exactly! Now, let’s go rob this birthday bash!”