"You've got to be kidding me," Molly whispered, eyeing the children's party from behind a balloon-clad bush. "It's the perfect crime," Bill hissed back, adjusting his fake mustache. "No one will expect it." "It's insane," Molly insisted. "Who steals presents from a children's party?" Bill chuckled. "We do. Besides, think of the loot - kids these days get all sorts of fancy gadgets." Molly shook her head, but a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "Fine, but you're handling the clown." Bill gulped, suddenly regretting his grand idea. "The... the clown?" "You heard me," Molly smirked, handing Bill a pair of oversized, polka-dotted trousers. "Now suit up. It's showtime!"