Molly crouched behind a rosebush, squinting at the backyard teeming with balloon animals and giggling kids. "Alright, Bill, what's the plan? We blend in with the clowns, swipe the loot, and make our getaway on tricycles?" Bill adjusted his oversized sunglasses, trying and failing to look inconspicuous. "Precisely! But first, we grab some cake. Can't rob a party on an empty stomach." "Focus, Bill! We're here for the presents, not the pastries." Bill grinned mischievously. "Oh, come on, Molly. A little sugar never hurt anyone. Besides, I'll need the energy for a high-speed tricycle chase." Molly sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, but only a small slice. Now, which presents do we grab? The biggest ones?" Bill tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Nah, go for the medium-sized ones. Everyone expects you to take the big boys. You pick medium, and no one suspects a thing." "And how many can you carry while pedaling a trike in clown shoes?" "I've been practicing," Bill said, brandishing a pair of oversized, rubbery shoes. "Turns out you can fit a lot in these bad boys." Molly snorted. "Yeah, like your big, clown feet. Alright, let's do this." They dashed towards the party, eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth.