Molly adjusted her oversized party hat, glancing at the clipboard in her hand. “Bill, are you sure this is going to work?” Bill rummaged through a bag of disguises, pulling out a sparkly nose and a set of juggling balls. “Molly, trust me. We look the part. Besides, who would suspect two clowns of grand larceny?” She raised an eyebrow. “Have you seen the news lately? There's been a lot of talk about underperforming clowns.” “Exactly. Nobody will take us seriously.” Molly sighed, putting on her red nose. “Alright, let's go over the plan one more time. We slip in during the magic show, grab the presents, and vanish before anyone can say 'Abracadabra.'” “Right. Magic show starts at 3 PM. We’ve got twenty minutes during the rabbit trick to make our move.” “And remember,” she emphasized, “no funny business with the balloon animals. Last thing we need is a trail of evidence.” Bill nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “No autographs, no clowning around. Got it.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Just make sure we don't end up in a situation where we need a vanishing act for real.” “Relax, Molly. We’ve done this a hundred times. What could possibly go wrong?” “Famous last words,” she muttered, checking her watch as the sound of children’s laughter drifted through the open window.