"So, Molly, what's the plan?" Bill whispered, peering over his sunglasses. "We're going to storm that party like a couple of ninja turtles," Molly replied, grinning. "Only difference is, we're taking the presents instead of pizza." Bill scratched his head. "But how? There'll be kids everywhere. And their parents." "We'll blend in. Dress up like a couple of clowns," Molly said with a wink. "It's genius, really. They won't suspect a thing." "Dressing up like clowns? That's your brilliant plan?" Bill groaned. "I was thinking more along the lines of a distraction. Maybe a loud explosion somewhere nearby." Molly rolled her eyes. "And risk having the entire police force on our tails? No thanks. Clown costumes it is." "Alright, fine," Bill sighed. "But if we get caught, I'm blaming you. Clown costumes aren't exactly inconspicuous." "Trust me, Bill," Molly said, patting him on the back. "We'll be the best darn clowns this town has ever seen." Bill couldn't help but laugh. "Well, at least it'll make for a good story when we're behind bars."