"Alright, Bill, here's the plan," Molly said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "We waltz into this kid's party, dressed like clowns, and blend right in." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clown costumes? Molly, have you seen those things? They're more terrifying than charming." "Exactly," Molly said, nodding. "No one will suspect a couple of clowns. We'll have free rein to scope out the present table, and then, bam, we strike." Bill chuckled. "You've got a flair for the dramatic, Molly. I like it. But what if there are kids around? We can't exactly start stuffing presents into our oversized pockets in front of them." "Precisely why we'll have to be stealthy," Molly said, winking. "We'll distract them with balloon animals and awful jokes. While they're laughing, or groaning, we'll make our move." Bill frowned. "Distract them with balloon animals? Molly, I can barely make a passable dog. Those kids will know I'm a fraud." Molly patted his arm. "Leave the balloon animals to me. You just focus on looking appropriately clownish and creating a diversion." Bill sighed. "Fine, but if I end up getting pelted with cake, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned. "Cake? Now you're talking! We can have our dessert and our loot." Bill shook his head, but a reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "You know, this could actually work. The element of surprise, the absurdity of it all... it's audacious enough to just might pull it off." Molly high-fived him. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get to work on those costumes. We've got a party to crash." As they rummaged through their props, Molly's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and groaned. "Uh oh, change of plans. The party's been moved to a bigger venue. More presents, but also more security." Bill groaned. "Great. Just great. Now what?" Molly smiled, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Now, we up the ante. We need a bigger distraction, something to really throw them off." Bill scratched his chin. "How about a juggling act? With fire?" Molly laughed. " Fire juggling? Now you're talking! Let's do this."