"Molly, this is the dumbest plan you've ever had," Bill whispered, adjusting his oversized clown costume. "It's brilliant, and you know it," Molly retorted, fixing her rainbow wig. "Who's gonna suspect two party clowns?" Bill shifted uncomfortably. "We're stealing from children's birthday presents? Really?" "Not just any children. Rich children. This is the Thompson kid's party. His parents are loaded," she said, checking her fake nose in a compact mirror. "You sound like you're trying to convince yourself," Bill muttered. Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus. We've got twenty minutes between cake and present opening. The parents will be distracted, the kids will be hopped up on sugar." "And if we get caught?" "We're clowns, Bill. Worst case, they think we're bad entertainment," she grinned. Bill sighed. "I used to be a respected safe cracker. Now I'm dressed like Ronald McDonald's embarrassing cousin." "Less talking, more adjusting your oversized shoes," Molly snickered. "I hate you," Bill mumbled. "No, you don't," she winked. "You love the plan." Bill groaned and followed her toward the birthday party.