Molly and Bill huddled behind a large oak tree, peering through the branches at the colorful children's party in full swing on the other side of the fence. "Okay, so here's the plan," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You create a distraction, like a clown with a flat tire or something. While everyone's attention is on you, I'll sneak in, grab as many presents as I can carry, and make a run for it." Bill raised an eyebrow. "A clown with a flat tire? Really?" "Shh, keep your voice down!" Molly hissed. "Do you have a better idea?" "How about two clowns, one of them on fire?" Bill suggested with a straight face. Molly rolled her eyes. "No, no fire. We don't want to traumatize the kids, just their wallets. Seriously, though, can you handle the distraction?" Bill grinned, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "I was born ready. Just make sure you grab the big ones. I think I saw a shiny red racecar box that would look great in our living room." "Focus, Bill. We do this for the money, not the decor," Molly chided, but she couldn't help smiling at his enthusiasm. "Alright, on my signal. Three, two, one... go!" Bill rushed off, and moments later, the sounds of chaos erupted from the party. Molly seized her chance, darting towards the pile of presents with glee.