Molly peered through the window of the brightly decorated house. “Look at all those presents, Bill! It’s like a treasure trove of childhood dreams!” Bill adjusted his mask. “You sure this is a good idea? I mean, it’s a kids’ party. What if we get caught?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Caught? By who? The birthday boy? He’s busy with cake!” “Yeah, but what if the parents—” “Parents? They’re probably too busy arguing over who brought the worst gift. Trust me, we’ll be in and out before anyone notices.” Bill scratched his head. “Okay, but what’s the plan? We can’t just waltz in there.” Molly grinned. “Simple! We’ll dress as clowns. No one suspects clowns!” “Clowns? You want us to be clowns?” “Exactly! We’ll blend right in. Just act goofy and juggle some balloons.” “Juggle? I can barely hold a balloon without popping it!” “Then just wave your arms around! Look, if we get caught, we’ll just say we’re the entertainment.” Bill sighed. “Fine, but if I end up in a balloon animal costume, I’m blaming you.” “Deal! Now, let’s go steal some joy… and presents!”