Molly: Okay, Bill, hear me out. We’re crashing that kids’ party tomorrow. Bill: The one at the Johnsons’ house? Why? There’s probably like twenty little monsters running around. Molly: Exactly. No parents, no security. It’s the perfect cover. Plus, the presents will be sitting out in the open. Bill: Yeah, but how do we get in? I don’t want to be the kids’ new favorite villains. Molly: Simple. We dress as clowns. Kids love clowns, right? Confuse them so much they forget what’s happening. Bill: That’s brilliant—scare them into compliance. I’ve got a clown wig and red nose. Do you have face paint? Molly: Got it. I’ll do the hair. Glasses, oversized shoes... We’ll be unrecognizable. Just don’t laugh too hard when the party starts. Bill: Oh, I will. And what about the back door? We need an entry point. Molly: I saw the delivery window on the side. It’s unlocked after five. We slip in, grab the presents, and slip out. Bill: Easy peasy. I can already hear the kids screaming, ‘The clowns are here!’ Just hope they’re more scared of losing their loot than us. Molly: They’ll never see us coming, Bill. Quiet as mice, dressed as circus performers. Bill: Operation Kids’ Present Raid, beginning tomorrow. Let’s do this.