“I can't believe we're doing this,” Molly whispered, fidgeting with her clown costume. “What? It's a brilliant plan!” Bill replied, straightening his oversized red nose. “Stealing presents from a bunch of six-year-olds, Bill? Really?” “Hey, it's easy money, and everyone loves a clown at a party.” Molly rolled her eyes. “Fine, but remember: we blend in, grab the loot, and make a break for it.” “Got it.” Bill gave her a mock salute. “And no balloon animals! Last time, you spent thirty minutes making a poodle.” Bill feigned shock. “Molly, you wound me. It was a giraffe.” She shook her head. “Focus, Bill. We’ve got one shot at this.” As they approached the door, they heard laughter and music. Bill paused and turned to Molly. “You know, maybe next time we can plan something... more mature. Like a candy heist from a baby shower.” Molly just glared at him before plastering a wide, painted-on grin on her face. “Let's just get this over with.” They stepped inside the bustling party, and Bill nudged Molly. “Look at all those presents! I mean, who needs that many toys?” “Bill,” she hissed, “stick to the plan.” “Right. Operation: Fun-Sized Felony is a go!” Molly sighed. It was going to be a long day.