Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of hedges, peering through the leaves at the chaos of the children's party unfolding in the backyard. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the sound of laughter and shrieks filled the air. "Bill, are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly whispered, adjusting her ski mask. "Of course, Molly. Who'd suspect a couple of thieves at a kid's party?" Bill replied, grinning. "Well, I don't know. Maybe the fact that we're wearing ski masks in July might tip them off." "Details, details. Look, the presents are right there under the table. Easy pickings." "Easy pickings? Have you seen those kids? They're like a pack of wild animals." "Relax, Molly. We just need a distraction." "A distraction? Like what? Release a bunch of squirrels?" "Actually, that's not a bad idea. But I was thinking more along the lines of a clown." "A clown? Bill, where are we going to find a clown at this hour?" "There's one right there, see? He's making balloon animals." "Great, so what's the plan? We ask him to make a balloon getaway car?" "No, no. We just need him to cause a scene. Maybe pop a few balloons, get the kids riled up." "And while they're distracted, we swoop in and grab the loot?" "Exactly. It's foolproof." "Bill, you do realize we're talking about stealing from children, right?" "Hey, it's not like they need all those presents. We're just... redistributing the wealth." "Redistributing the wealth? You sound like Robin Hood." "Robin Hood wore tights. I draw the line at tights." "Fine, but what if we get caught?" "We won't get caught. We're professionals." "Professionals? Last week you got stuck in a doggy door." "That was a fluke. Besides, I learned my lesson." "Okay, so how do we get the clown to cooperate?" "Simple. We offer him a cut." "A cut? Of what? Candy?" "Sure, why not? Everyone loves candy." "Bill, this is the most ridiculous plan we've ever had." "Ridiculous, but brilliant. Now, are you in or out?" "I'm in, but only because I want to see how this clown thing plays out." "Great. Now, let's move before the cake comes out." "Why? What's wrong with the cake?" "Nothing, but you know how kids get around cake. It's like a feeding frenzy." "Good point. Alright, let's do this." They crept closer to the party, staying low and out of sight. The clown was busy twisting balloons into unrecognizable shapes, surrounded by a gaggle of excited children. "Hey, Mr. Clown," Bill called softly, waving him over. The clown looked up, confused, but shuffled over to the hedge. "What do you want?" the clown asked, his voice muffled by the oversized red nose. "We need a favor," Molly said, trying to sound convincing. "A favor? What kind of favor?" "Just a little distraction. You know, pop a few balloons, make some noise." "And what's in it for me?" "All the candy you can carry," Bill promised. The clown considered this, then nodded. "Alright, but make it quick." As the clown returned to the party, Molly and Bill exchanged a look. "Here goes nothing," Molly muttered. "Trust me, this is going to be legendary," Bill replied, as they prepared to make their move.