“Bill, how are we ever going to pull this off?” “Easy, Molly. We blend in as clowns.” “Clowns? I can’t juggle!” “We won’t juggle! We’ll just act all goofy.” “Goofy? I can’t even be goofy without tripping over my own feet!” “Just walk like you’ve got a banana peel stuck to your shoe. Trust me.” “I’m more of a mime, really.” “Mimes don’t get invited to parties. We need to seem festive!” “And to steal the presents?” “Exactly! While they’re busy popping balloons, we’ll be nabbing gift bags.” “Wait, how do we carry them?” “Duh, clown backpacks! They’re in the costume shop.” “Clown backpacks? What’s next, clown shoes? They’re huge!” “Perfect for hiding stolen video games!” “Okay, okay… and what if they notice?” “Kids are oblivious. Plus, I’ll distract them with magic tricks.” “You can’t even pull a quarter from behind my ear without losing it.” “Fine! I’ll just do the classic ‘look behind you!’ move.” “Really? That’s your big plan?” “Trust me, it’ll work. We’ll waltz right in, and wham!” “Wham? Like a cartoon? What’s your back-up plan if it fails?” “We run! And maybe summon a clown car.” “A clown car? Bill, you had me at ‘run.’”