“Bill, you absolutely sure about this? A children's party?” Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized clown hat. “Molly, trust me, it’s foolproof. Kids are distracted, parents are relaxed, loads of presents. Easy pickings!” Bill reassured her, peeking from behind the tree. “But what about the kids, Bill?” Molly fretted, fiddling with a fake nose. “Look, we don’t take the teddy bears or anything—just the fancy boxes. The ones likely hiding the tech stuff,” Bill plotted, eyes gleaming. “Tech stuff at a kid's party?” “You'd be surprised what these fancy folks gift. Saw a kid get a drone last week!” Bill chuckled quietly. Molly sighed, “And you’re sure the magic show is the best time?” “Absolutely,” Bill nodded. “Everyone’s eyes on the magician. We swoop in, snatch, and scoot. Simple.” “And the getaway?” “Via the petting zoo. We blend in with the departing crowd, then hop in the van. Who suspects the clowns?” Bill smirked, tugging at his polka dot tie. Molly looked about nervously, “Okay, let’s be the best darn clowns they ever saw.” Bill grinned, “Just stick to the plan. Smile big, laugh hard, and walk away richer.”