Molly and Bill crouched behind the bushes, peering at the colorful chaos of the children's party. "Bill, are you sure about this?" Molly whispered, eyeing the bouncy castle. "Stealing from kids seems... low." "Relax, Molly," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "It's not like we're taking candy from babies. Just presents." "Right, because that makes it so much better," Molly muttered, rolling her eyes. "What's the plan?" "Simple," Bill said, grinning. "We blend in, act like clowns, and grab the loot." "Clowns? Bill, I hate clowns," Molly protested, crossing her arms. "And I don't even have a costume." "Don't worry," Bill assured her, pulling out a red nose and a rainbow wig. "I came prepared." Molly sighed, reluctantly taking the wig. "Fine, but if I get pied, you're buying me dinner." "Deal," Bill chuckled. "Now, remember, we distract them with balloon animals." "Balloon animals? I can barely tie my shoelaces," Molly groaned. "Just make something that vaguely resembles a dog," Bill suggested. "Kids have wild imaginations." "Alright, alright," Molly conceded. "But if this goes south, I'm blaming you." "Fair enough," Bill said, patting her shoulder. "Let's go make some kids cry... with laughter, of course." "Yeah, laughter," Molly echoed, shaking her head as they approached the party.