Molly peeked through the glittery veil of streamers. "Bill, are you seeing this? Five-year-olds have better security than the jewelry store did." "Relax, Mol. They're only kids. What are they gonna do, throw cake at us?" She glared. "That's exactly what I'm worried about. Remember Melvin's birthday bash? I had frosting in my hair for weeks." Bill smirked. "Right, but this time, it's different. We’ve got a plan. Disguise, distraction, dip." Molly scoffed. "Disguise? You mean these ridiculous clown outfits? I feel like a badly painted nightmare." "Exactly. No one suspects the clowns. It's foolproof!" "Okay, then what's the distraction?” Bill raised a hand, signaling toward the bouncy castle. "The bouncy castle. I’ll initiate a ‘malfunction’. Kids go wild, parents scramble, and we make off with the goods.” Molly nodded slowly. "And the dip?" Bill grinned. "Simple, we blend in with the chaos and sneak out the back." "Alright," Molly sighed, adjusting her oversized red nose, "let’s go over it one more time." "Disguise, distraction, dip. Easy as pie." Molly rolled her eyes. "Speaking of pie, you owe me one after this. If I see one piece of confetti miss its mark—" "Yeah, yeah," Bill interrupted, "I’ll buy you a whole bakery. Let’s do this." She gave him a determined look, "Fine, but if this goes south, it's your head on the chopping block, not mine." "Deal," Bill winked, "now, onward to the bouncy castle!”