Molly adjusted her party hat, the elastic cutting into her chin. "You think this disguise is going to work, Bill?" Bill snorted, examining his own hat. "As long as we keep the laughter to a minimum. Kids these days have a sixth sense about fakes." She pulled a colorful map from her pocket, a crude drawing of the party layout. "Alright, so the presents are in the back room, behind the bounce house. How do we get past the clown?" "Easy," Bill said, smirking. "We offer him a bribe. Clowns love cash. Besides, who suspects a clown of colluding with thieves?" "You're a genius," Molly replied, rolling her eyes. "Let's hope he doesn't have a moral code." Bill winked. "No clown does, trust me." They crept towards the bounce house, dodging overexcited children. The clown eyed them suspiciously as they approached. Molly pulled a wad of cash from her pocket and whispered, "We need a distraction. Think you can handle that?" The clown grinned, revealing a row of mismatched teeth. "For a price." With the clown's help, they slipped into the back room undetected. Bill started stuffing presents into a large sack. "We've got five minutes before the cake comes out. Move fast." Molly nodded, piling gifts into her own bag. "Let's make this the best birthday ever—for us."