"Bill, are you ready for Operation Party Pooper?" Molly whispered into her walkie-talkie. "Ready as I'll ever be, Molly. Let's do this," Bill responded, nervously fidgeting with his oversized clown suit. "Alright, remember the plan. You distract the kids, and I'll grab the presents," Molly said, her voice calm and collected. Bill took a deep breath and marched into the party, immediately drawing the children's attention with his exaggerated pratfalls and exaggerated expressions. Meanwhile, Molly stealthily snuck around the perimeter, carefully avoiding detection. "Molly, I've got the kids in stitches," Bill said, suppressing a giggle. "You're clear to proceed." Molly nodded to herself and silently made her way to the pile of presents, a sense of accomplishment swelling within her. She glanced over at Bill, who had all eyes on him, keeping up the ruse perfectly. As Molly began stuffing the presents into a sack, she couldn't help but grin. "Bill, we're gonna pull this off after all," she whispered into the walkie-talkie. "Never doubted it for a second," Bill replied, winking at her from across the room, a hint of mischief in his voice.