"So, Molly." Bill paused, scratching his beard, "Maybe we could dress as clowns and ride the bouncy castle? Kids would never expect us to steal their zucchinis while they're flipping from bum to cheek inside the tunnel. Plus," Bill winked, "We'd be laughing all the way." "Creepy clowns?" Molly pulled a slightly more serious face than usual, "Party planners have heard of that. They won't hire any clowns who don't have a documented background check." "Alright then, we could be ice cream vendors. Just hike up our trousers and wear a paper hat. Who wouldn't trust an ice candy cutie, munching into a sherbet and not paying any attention while the other distraction – me – slips in. Nobody would see that, especially with all the other commotion of a cozy children's party." "Hmm. We chalk that corner of the plan." She looked over at Bill, "What's next?" They had yet to break into a major operation the size of the children's party, but their snappy banter and creative planning was an indication of big things to come. Perhaps this was the universe's way of leading them towards it. All they had to do was keep it fun and do it all with heart. If the world's youngest audience could enjoy their company and cooperation, wouldn't anyone happily let a thief into their home?