“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering through the bushes at the brightly colored balloons. “Right, right. We sneak in, grab the loot, and get out before anyone notices?” Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. “Exactly! But we need a distraction. Kids love clowns, right?” “Clowns? You want me to dress as a clown?” “Why not? You’re already a joke!” “Ha ha. Very funny. What if I trip over my big shoes?” “Then we’ll have a ‘slapstick’ moment! Perfect distraction!” “Great, so I’m a clown with a broken ankle. What’s next?” “While you’re busy being a circus act, I’ll grab the presents.” “Sounds easy enough. But what if the parents catch me?” “Just juggle! Everyone loves a juggler!” “Right, because nothing screams ‘trustworthy thief’ like a juggling clown.” “Exactly! And if they ask questions, just say you’re a ‘party crasher’!” “Brilliant! And if they call the cops?” “Then we run! Clowns are fast!” “Sure, if you can outrun a toddler!” “Hey, I’ll just throw candy to distract them!” “Candy? Now you’re talking my language!” “Alright, so we’re all set?” “Yep! Just one last thing…” “What?” “Do I have to wear the wig?”