"We're really doing this, aren't we, Bill?" Molly asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she adjusted her clown nose. "You bet, Mols! It's the perfect crime. Who would suspect two clowns at a kids' party?" Bill grinned, straightening his rainbow wig. "Okay, so I'll distract the children with balloon animals while you sneak into the garden and grab the presents. Then we'll swap places, and I'll take the second load while you keep the kids entertained," Molly plotted. "Sounds like a plan! I've got my seltzer bottle ready for any suspicious parents," Bill chuckled, patting his oversized pocket. "What if someone recognizes us?" Molly frowned. "With these getups? Not a chance! Plus, I've got our escape route mapped out. We'll be long gone before anyone realizes what happened," Bill reassured her. Molly took a deep breath. "Alright, let's do this. We're going to be the talk of the town—the notorious clown gang!" "That's the spirit, partner! Let's go make some kids cry and score some sweet loot. This is going to be the heist of the century... or at least the most ridiculous one!" Bill laughed as they made their way to the party.