Molly traced a finger along the bouncy castle's outline in the brochure, her tongue poking out in concentration. "Alright, so we get Bongo the Clown to distract the kids with balloon animals..." Bill snorted, perched on the table with a pair of binoculars around his neck. "Bongo? Who are we kidding, Molly? Clowns are inherently terrifying. We use him as a diversion, herd the little rugrats away from the prize." "Right, of course. Fear, the ultimate distraction. Then what? You rappel down from the roof like some kinda party ninja?" Bill adjusted his binoculars. "Please, I have more finesse. We hide in the cake. Disguised as fondant flowers." Molly stared at him, aghast. "You want to spend potentially hours trapped in a giant cake with sticky, sugar-crazed children?" "Hey, I'm willing to suffer for my art. Plus, fondant flowers? Genius."