Molly and Bill lurked in the shadows, their eyes locked on the bustling children's party across the street. A veritable treasure trove of presents sat under a towering inflatable snowman. Bill whistled low, "That's one heck of a haul, Mol." "Mhm," Molly murmured, scratching her chin thoughtfully. "But how do we get past the clown?" The crooked-nosed clown in question bobbed around the party, sending squeals of laughter echoing through the night air. "Leave that to me," Bill said with a mischievous grin, pulling out a small bottle of laxatives. Molly stared at him, aghast. "You're not serious!" "Trust me, Molly," Bill reassured her, a twinkle in his eye. "After this, the only place that clown will be is the bathroom." As Molly chuckled, Bill snuck towards the clown, his steps light and quick. He dropped the laxatives into the clown's drink, giving it a gentle stir before melting back into the darkness. Minutes later, the clown clutched his stomach and sprinted towards the restroom, leaving the party unattended. Molly turned to Bill, her eyes gleaming. "Nice work, partner." "Let's get this party started," Bill said, cracking his knuckles as they moved to strike.