“The key to this heist, Bill, is stealth. We've got to blend in with the clowns,” Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized bowtie. “Clowns? You mean we’re dressing up as clowns to swipe presents from seven-year-olds?” Bill squinted, his mustache twitching with skepticism. “Exactly. Who suspects the entertainment? Plus, if we’re caught, we just do some balloon animals and poof! Escape in a haze of laughter.” “Balloon animals? Molly, the last time you made a dog, it looked like a bloated sausage.” “Details, Bill, details! Focus on the big picture. Distraction is our best friend.” “And the face paint’s our mask, then?” “Precisely! See, you’re catching on. Now, here’s the plan: we slip in during cake cutting. Kids are distracted, parents are busy snapping photos.” “You mean every adult’s occupied ensuring these tiny humans don’t launch frosting missiles?” “Exactly, my dear Watson! While they’re focused on frosting, we collect our bounty.” “And if they spot you shoving gifts in a sack?” “I’ll charm them with my juggling skills. Remember, misdirection is key.” “You can’t juggle!” “That’s what you’re here for, partner. To stand behind, holding the gifts while looking utterly befuddled.” “Fine, Molly. But if I hear one honk from a clown nose, I’m out.”