"Bill, are you sure this is the right address?" Molly whispered, peering through the bushes at the brightly decorated house. "Positive," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "The invitation said 123 Maple Street. This is it." "An invitation to a children's party, Bill. We're crashing a kid's birthday, not a gala." "Hey, presents are presents. And these kids get the good stuff nowadays. Tablets, drones, you name it." Molly sighed. "Alright, but how do we get in without looking like total creeps?" "Simple," Bill said, pulling out two clown costumes from his bag. "We go in as entertainment." "Clowns? Really? I hate clowns." "Do you hate money more?" "Fine," Molly grumbled, grabbing the costume. "But if I get a pie in the face, I'm out." "Deal. Now, let's get changed." A few minutes later, they stood in front of the house, fully dressed as clowns. Molly adjusted her oversized red nose and rang the doorbell. A woman opened the door, her face lighting up. "Oh, the clowns! The kids will be so excited. Come in, come in!" "Thank you, ma'am," Bill said in a high-pitched voice. "We're here to make the party unforgettable!" Molly elbowed him. "Yeah, unforgettable." They walked into the living room, where a dozen kids were running around, screaming and laughing. A mountain of presents sat in the corner, wrapped in colorful paper. "Okay, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered. "Distraction," Bill replied. "You juggle, I'll grab the loot." "Juggle? I can't juggle!" "Improvise. You're a clown, remember?" Molly sighed and stepped into the center of the room. "Hey kids, who wants to see some juggling?" The kids gathered around, eyes wide with excitement. Molly picked up a few rubber balls and started tossing them in the air, barely managing to keep them from falling. Meanwhile, Bill sidled over to the pile of presents, slipping them into a large sack one by one. "Hey, clown lady, you're not very good at that," a little boy said, crossing his arms. "Uh, it's part of the act!" Molly said, forcing a smile. "Now, who wants to see a magic trick?" "Me! Me!" the kids shouted. "Great," Molly said, glancing at Bill, who was almost done. "For my next trick, I'll need a volunteer." A girl with pigtails stepped forward. "Pick me!" "Alright, close your eyes and count to ten," Molly instructed. The girl closed her eyes and started counting. "One, two, three..." Bill gave Molly a thumbs-up, the sack now bulging with presents. Molly grabbed a handful of confetti from her pocket and threw it in the air. "Ta-da!" The kids cheered, and Molly and Bill made a quick exit, waving goodbye to the parents. Once they were safely outside, Molly turned to Bill. "That was too close." "But we did it," Bill said, grinning. "Look at all this loot!" Molly shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face. "You know, for a clown, you're not half bad." "And for a juggler, you're terrible," Bill laughed. "Let's get out of here before they realize what happened," Molly said, leading the way down the street. "Agreed," Bill said, hefting the sack over his shoulder. "Next time, though, let's stick to something less... colorful." "Deal," Molly said, chuckling. "But admit it, you had fun." "Maybe a little," Bill conceded. "Maybe a little."