Molly jabbed a finger at the map, her brow furrowed in concentration. "The bouncy castle is our weak point, Bill. You see that?" Bill, sprawled on the floor with a bag of cheese puffs dangerously close to his ear, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Always bet on the bouncy castle." Molly rolled her eyes. "Focus! This isn't Vegas, this is Mrs. Peabody's annual 'My Little Princess' extravaganza." She pointed again. "According to my intel, obtained at great personal risk, I might add, the gift table is strategically positioned right next to the bouncy castle of doom." Bill sat up, a dusting of orange cheese puff residue on his cheek. "Doom? What doom?" "The doom that comes with a dozen sugar-crazed seven-year-olds hopped up on cake and juice boxes, Bill!" Molly exclaimed. "One good bounce and we'll be buried alive under an avalanche of pink and glitter.” She paced, her sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor. “We need a distraction. A big one." "Easy," Bill said, grinning as he pulled out his phone. "We unleash the clowns." Molly stopped pacing. "Clowns? What clowns?" Bill held up a finger. "Ah, ah, ah. Trade secret. Just trust me on this one." A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes. "Let's just say Mrs. Peabody's going to have bigger problems than a couple of missing presents. She'll be lucky if she escapes with her sanity." Molly, though apprehensive, couldn't help but chuckle. Working with Bill was always an adventure, a chaotic whirlwind of crazy plans and questionable disguises. This time, she had a feeling it was going to involve a whole lot of face paint and oversized shoes. And, knowing Bill, probably a dozen water balloons filled with neon pink dye. "Alright," Molly conceded, her lips curving into a slow smile. "Clowns it is. But if I end up knee-deep in screaming princesses and fake spiders, I'm blaming you." Bill offered her a mock salute. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Moll."