"Bill, this might be our craziest job yet," Molly whispered, peering through her binoculars at the balloon-covered house. "What's so crazy about stealing presents from a children's party?" Bill asked, fidgeting with his ski mask. "There are kids everywhere! Plus, who knows what we'll end up stealing. Toys, board games, maybe a bicycle or two?" Molly grimaced. "Relax, we've been through worse. Remember that time we infiltrated a pie-eating contest?" Bill chuckled. "How could I forget? I still have nightmares about being pelted with blueberry pies," Molly shuddered. "But seriously, how are we going to pull this off?" "Simple," Bill replied, gesturing towards their absurdly oversized clown costumes. "We blend in with the entertainment, then make our move when everyone's distracted by the cake." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Well, they do say 'if you can't beat 'em, clown 'em.'"