Molly paced back and forth, rubbing her chin. "Bill, we've got the invite. All the rich parents will be there, too distracted with their nose jobs and nip tucks to notice a couple of lowlifes in the back of the room." Bill grinned, his back resting against an old oak tree. "What about the parents, kid? They won't be easy targets. We'll need disguises." Molly's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Disguises? Oh, I've got the perfect idea." She snapped her fingers. "We'll dress up as clowns!" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? Are you serious?" Molly nodded enthusiastically. "Dead serious. Little kids love clowns. They'll never suspect us. Plus, we can carry all sorts of gear inside our big clown costumes." Bill chuckled. "And when we leave, we just change back into civvies with the presents." Molly clapped her hands together. "It's a genius plan!" Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes caught their attention. Molly grabbed Bill's arm. "Did you hear that?" Bill stood up, ready to run. "Probably just some animals. Come on, we don't want to be late for the party." As they sprinted towards the party, Molly couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, this is going to be the best night ever!"