Molly peered through the hedge at the backyard birthday party, colorful streamers fluttering in the breeze. Mountains of wrapped presents sat temptingly on a picnic table. "Bill, this is our goldmine," she whispered excitedly. "Are you absolutely insane?" Bill hissed back. "We're seriously robbing six-year-olds now?" "Think about it logically. Latest toys, electronics, maybe even jewelry from grandparents." The sound of children shrieking with laughter echoed across the lawn as they chased each other around a bounce house. "Molly, I draw the line at stealing birthday presents." "Don't be such a softhearted fool. We'll wait until they go inside for cake." "What if we get caught? How do we explain lurking around a children's party?" "Simple. We're the surprise entertainment." Bill stared at her incredulously. "What kind of entertainment exactly?" "Clowns, obviously." "Neither of us owns a clown costume, genius." Molly grinned mischievously. "That's why we're hitting the costume shop first." "This plan gets worse every second." "Trust me, it's foolproof. What could possibly go wrong at a kids' party?"