Molly peeked out from behind the bush, eyeballing the brightly colored bounce house. "This is brilliant, but are you sure about this?" Bill rolled his eyes, adjusting his fake moustache. "Have I ever steered you wrong? Now, look who's talking. Remember that four-foot beanbag toss disaster?" Molly snorted, "Nobody does 'funny' with blindfolded golf." Bill gestured towards the party. "We need to blend in, like Nick Smith, the entertainment guru. Dig?" "Sure," Molly pretended to sign autographs. "I'm all about being 'entertaining'—but let's not make this another 'Princess and the Frog' debacle." Bill chuckled, recalling the ticket fiasco. "No frogs this time. We're on target: stepovers and stealth." Molly nodded, her eyes fixed on the gift table. "Okay, Plan R (R is silent, like stealth). I'll distract with 'questionable magic tricks' while you pocket the loot." Bill adjusted his moustache, struck. "And what if someone's too gullible and stays for the act?" Molly smirked. "That's where your charming 'clown' act comes in, Bill. Because what's a children's party without a clown?" Bill feigned shock. "Ah, clowns—they always get the last laugh, at our expense! Marvelous idea, Molly." "In the circus of crime," Molly quipped, "we always joke before we rob." They shared a laugh as they slinked towards the party, ready for their comedic caper.