Molly spread the map of the cul-de-sac across the rickety table, her finger tracing the route to the cul-de-sac’s grandest house, where the party was taking place. The sun was setting, and the glow of fairy lights could already be seen peeking through the trees. Bill leaned in, his face lit up with a mischievous grin. "We’ve got to be quick," Molly said, her voice hushed. "The party starts in fifteen minutes, and we need to be in and out before the cake is cut." Bill nodded, his eyes scanning the map. "What’s the plan for getting past the kiddos?" "We go in as clowns," Molly replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "Got the wigs, the big shoes, the whole shebang. You distract them with a juggling act while I scope out the gift pile." Bill chuckled. "I juggle like a pro. But what if they recognize us?" Molly smirked. "Who’s ever seen a clown they recognize, Bill? Just stick to the script and keep them laughing." Bill adjusted his red nose, his grin widening. "Got it. Let’s do this." Molly zipped up her bag, stuffing it with the necessary tools. "Remember, no getting greedy. We only take the gifts, and we’re out of there before anyone can shout 'boo'." Bill nodded, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Let’s go make some kids cry, Molls."