Molly and Bill crouched in the bushes just outside the colorful chaos of the children's party. Balloons bobbed lazily in the air, and the sound of laughter mixed with overexcited shrieks filled the backyard. They peered through the leaves like two particularly mischievous raccoons eyeing a treasure trove of snacks. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan?" Molly whispered, adjusting her party hat camouflage. "We can’t just waltz in like it's our birthday, can we?" Bill chuckled, glancing at the elaborate cake visible through the windows. "Why not? We’re party planners, remember? Our job is to make sure the present table doesn’t topple over under the weight of all those gifts." Molly shook her head, exasperated but amused. "Unless the cake is rigged with dynamite, let’s stick to subtlety. You think you can manage a distraction without involving pyrotechnics?" "Subtlety is my middle name, Molly." "No, it isn’t, Bill. It’s Danger. And we agreed one alias at a time." Bill waved her off, grinning as he adjusted his disguise: a fringed jacket that screamed 'cool uncle with questionable music taste.' "Okay, okay. Here’s the real plan. You see the clown over there?” "The terrifying one with the squeaky shoes and the dramatic makeup? Hard to miss." "Exactly. That's our ticket in. You grab his nose, give it a little squeeze, and while he’s busy honking in confusion, I sneak around to the gift table." Molly raised an eyebrow. "That’s your big idea? Nose squeezing?" "Trust me, it’ll work. Clowns are professionals; they'll handle anything for the sake of the show. Plus, it’s got comedic value." Molly rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. "Alright, fine. While you're doing your clown routine, I’ll check if there’s a back door or something. No one will suspect a thing." Bill nodded enthusiastically. "Perfect. Once the gifts are secured, we’ll make our exit with enough stealth to rival a cat burglar." "I thought you said subtlety was your middle name." Bill winked. "Oh, it is, but cats have style, too." Molly sighed, fighting a grin. "Okay, less chat, more act. Remember, the goal is gifts, not jail time." As Bill approached the group of children by the clown, Molly slipped around the side of the house. She could hear Bill enthusiastically greeting the entertainer with exaggerated delight. "Wow, what a honker! Can I give it a try? Just a little squeeze, promise." There was a slight pause before a loud honk and laughter erupted from the children. Molly shook her head, smiling to herself as she crept towards the gift table. She expertly scanned the area, looking for any watchful eyes. The chaos caused by Bill’s clown interaction meant most adults were distracted, allowing Molly to make her move. Moments later, Bill slinked back, a bag brimming with birthday loot on his shoulder. “See?” Bill said triumphantly. “Told you, subtlety works.” Molly snorted softly. “Subtlety just blew his nose, Bill. Let’s get out of here before someone else needs a clown-induced distraction.” As they hopped over the garden fence with their haul, Molly couldn’t resist one last quip. “Next time, maybe try leaving the clowns at home.” Bill winked again. “Clowns love parties, Molly. How could I?" As they vanished into the suburban night, another shriek of playful delight came from the party, blissfully unaware of the two masterminds who had just pilfered their fun.