Molly adjusted her oversized clown nose while Bill struggled with his rainbow wig. They crouched behind Mrs. Henderson's prize-winning hydrangeas, watching children shriek with delight in the backyard. "Remind me why we're dressed like circus rejects," Bill whispered, his fake nose honking accidentally. "Because kids love clowns, genius. We blend in, grab the gift table, and disappear before anyone notices." "What if they want balloon animals?" "Then you better learn fast." Molly peered through the bushes. "Look at that present mountain. Must be fifty boxes." "This feels morally questionable, even for us." "Says the guy who stole a sandwich from a nun last week." "That was different! She looked well-fed." A soccer ball suddenly rolled toward their hiding spot. A gap-toothed boy appeared, staring at them curiously. "Hi! Are you the entertainment?" Molly's painted smile stretched wider. "Absolutely, kiddo! We're just... preparing our grand entrance." "Cool! Tommy threw up in the bounce house, so perfect timing." The boy skipped away. Bill turned to Molly, his expression deadpan beneath the makeup. "I'm seriously reconsidering my life choices right now."