Molly crouched behind the giant inflatable castle, adjusting the ridiculous clown nose strapped to her face. "Bill, do you really think this will work?" she whispered, glancing at the neon party hats bobbing inside the backyard. Bill, balancing a helium balloon bouquet, sighed. "It's the only plan we have. Who expects a couple of clowns at a five-year-old’s birthday?" Molly’s eyes flicked to the window overflowing with unopened gifts. "Still feels weird sneaking in where kids are laughing. What if they catch us?" Bill smirked, pulling out a crumpled note. "Relax. Step one: grab the balloons as distraction. Step two: flood the yard with bubbles. Step three: us, disguised as prize-giving entertainers, scoop up every last present." A tiny voice cut through their plotting. “Clowns! Yay!” Molly winced. "Perfect timing." Bill raised a balloon like a weapon. "Alright, Operation Gift Grab is a go." As they stepped forward, Molly muttered, "Next time, remind me to stick to jewelry stores." Bill grinned. "Where's the fun in that?"