Molly tugged at the hem of her oversized clown costume, muttering under her breath. The moon hung low, casting a eerie glow over the quiet suburban street. Bill, dressed as a slightly less convincing clown, adjusted his red nose and peeked through the bushes. Children’s chatter and the tinny sound of party music drifted from the house. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Molly hissed, eyeing the security camera swiveling on the corner of the house. "Of course," Bill replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's a piece of cake. They won't even notice we're there." Molly rolled her eyes. "Piece of cake? You said that about the art gallery last month. Remember the security dogs?" Bill chuckled. "Those were unexpected. This time, we’re prepared. We have the distraction, the getaway, and the perfect disguises." "Clowns," Molly muttered, pulling the hat further down over her eyes. "Who came up with clowns?" Bill ignored her, pulling out a small, sleek device. "Watch this." He pressed a button, and the camera’s motion froze. "See? Easy." Molly sighed, still not entirely convinced. "Alright, let's do this. But if I end up in a cell, I’m blaming you." Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't worry, Molly. You’ll thank me when we’re counting our loot on the beach." They emerged from the bushes, blending into the chaos of the party, their hearts pounding with a mix of thrill and dread.