Molly adjusted the oversized stuffed animal head she wore, a giant, pink unicorn with glittery horns. “You sure this is gonna work, Bill?” Bill, sporting a clown wig and a smeared-on clown smile, shrugged. “What else are we gonna do? We’re broke, we’re hungry, and we gotta get back to the van before the cops come sniffing around.” He winked, his clown makeup making the gesture unnerving. “I just hope the kids are too busy with the bouncy house to notice us,” Molly whispered, her voice muffled by the unicorn’s plush snout. They crept across the manicured lawn, their disguises oddly fitting the festive atmosphere. The air thrummed with the sounds of excited children, the shriek of a clown horn, and the relentless thump of techno music. The open air tent, filled with mountains of brightly wrapped gifts, awaited them. “Time to make it rain,” Bill grinned, his clown smile wider now.