Molly peeked through the bushes at the colorful chaos of the birthday party on the lawn. Balloons bobbed like pastel jellyfish, and kids ran wild, noses already smudged with cake frosting. “Bill, are you sure about this?” she whispered, adjusting her neon wig. “Sure as a clown at a circus,” Bill replied, smoothing his own oversized, polka-dotted tie. “Think about it, Molly. Who’d suspect clowns at a kid’s party?” “The kids, maybe?” Molly rolled her eyes. “Nah, they’re too busy being sugar-fueled hooligans. Focus, Molly. The presents are under the gazebo,” Bill grinned, pointing his squirting lapel flower. “But breaking into a kid's party?” Molly shook her head, astounded. “This is a new low.” “Or a new high, if you like bouncy castles,” Bill chuckled. “We nab the loot, mingle a bit. Easy peasy.” “It’s not ‘easy peasy’ if Timmy starts a balloon sword fight again,” she retorted. “Just watch out for low-flying sugar zealots,” Bill said with a shrug. Molly snorted. “Alright, let’s do it. But if things go south, we’ll out-juggle them in a heartbeat.” “Perfect. Who’d be suspicious of two clumsy clowns?” Bill said as he added a final swipe of greasepaint.