"Alright, here's the plan," Molly said as they crouched behind the hedges outside the house. "I'll sneak in through the back door during the party. Once I'm inside, I'll cause a diversion by pretending to be one of the clowns. The kids will be distracted by my juggling act." "And while she's keeping them occupied, I'll slip in and start swiping the gifts," Bill chimed in with a smirk. "Piece of cake!" "No, you imbecile. You'll go around back and knock out the clown in the bathroom. Grab his outfit and get in character before the parents notice." "Aww, you just want me to look pretty for the little twerps, don't ya?" "Shut up and follow the damn plan. We need to be fast and quiet." Molly pulled a pistol out of her purse and checked the chamber. "And if any of the brats get mouthy, we won't hesitate to use these." "Aw yeah, I like the way you think, babe! Those whiny rug rats won't know what hit 'em." "Just remember - we're professionals. No roughing up the kids...probably." "Probably? Geez, I can never tell with you. Alright, let's do this shi-" Bill froze and held up a fist. The door had opened. They watched as a clown came strolling out, lighting up a cigarette. "This is our chance. You ready?" Molly asked, readying her pistol. "Born ready. Let's go bag some swag!" Bill cracked his knuckles and got in position. On Molly's signal, they sprang into action, moving swiftly to surround the unsuspecting clown from both sides. "Hands up, doofus," Bill growled, jabbing the man in the ribs with the pistol barrel. "No funny business!" The clown sputtered and choked on his smoke. "Wha- I don't-" "I SAID HANDS UP!" Molly barked, whipping him around and slamming him face-first into the brick wall. She wrenched an arm behind his back painfully. "Owww! Okay okay! Take it easy, you crazy bitch!" "You're in no position to be calling names, pal," Bill said, rifling through the clown's pockets and coming up with a ring of keys. He tossed them to Molly, who quickly