“Okay, Bill, here’s the plan,” Molly said, peering into the party through the window. “Right, right. The cake’s a distraction. Got it. Grab the presents while everyone’s busy!” “Exactly! But we need disguises.” “Disguises?” “Yeah, like clowns or something.” “Clowns? Kids love clowns!” “Exactly! They’ll be too busy laughing to notice us swiping their gifts.” “Brilliant! But I can’t juggle, Molly.” “You don’t need to juggle! Just wave a balloon and look goofy.” “Okay, but what if I trip over a kid?” “Then we improvise! ‘Ta-da! A magical fall!’” “Great! And what about your outfit?” “Don’t worry. I’ve got oversized shoes. They won’t even recognize me.” “And if they do?” “We’ll just act like we belong! ‘We’re here for the… uh… surprise entertainment!’” “Right! And I can say, ‘Who wants to see me balance this box?’” “Perfect! You’re a natural!” “What if the parents stop us?” “Easy. Just say you’re delivering a surprise present!” “I love this plan! But what if they ask us to juggle?” “Then we run! Back to the getaway car!” “Got it! Are you ready?” “Born ready! Let’s go steal some joy!” “Joy? We’re stealing presents, not joy!” “Same difference!”