Molly tapped her foot impatiently, glancing at her watch for the third time in as many minutes. The park bench creaked as Bill plopped down beside her, a greasy paper bag in his hand. "You're late," Molly hissed, eyeing the bag suspiciously. Bill shrugged, pulling out a hot dog. "Traffic was brutal. Want one?" "No, I don't want a hot dog. I want to go over the plan." "Relax, Molls. It's just a kid's birthday party, not Fort Knox." Molly rolled her eyes. "That's exactly the kind of attitude that'll get us caught. Now, focus. What's our first move?" Bill took a big bite of his hot dog, talking with his mouth full. "We dress up as clowns, right?" "No, you idiot. We're going as caterers. I've got the uniforms in the car." "Aw, man. I was looking forward to the clown thing. I even practiced my balloon animals." "This isn't a joke, Bill. We need to blend in, get the layout, and find where they're keeping the presents." Bill swallowed and wiped his mouth. "Can't we just follow the kids? They always know where the good stuff is." "And risk blowing our cover? No way. We stick to the plan." "Fine, fine. So, we're caterers. Then what?" Molly leaned in, lowering her voice. "We scout the house, locate the presents, and create a distraction." "Ooh, like releasing a bunch of rabbits?" "What? No! Where would we even get rabbits?" Bill shrugged. "I know a guy." Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. "No rabbits. We'll start a small kitchen fire." "Isn't that a bit extreme for some kids' presents?" "It's controlled. Just enough smoke to clear the house." Bill nodded, finishing his hot dog. "And then we swoop in and grab the loot." "Exactly. We'll have about five minutes before they realize it's a false alarm." "What if there's a dog?" Molly blinked. "A dog?" "Yeah, like a guard dog or something." "It's a children's party, Bill. Not a military compound." Bill held up his hands defensively. "Hey, you never know. Kids can be vicious." Molly sighed. "Look, if there's a dog, we'll deal with it. Any other brilliant questions?" "Yeah, actually. Why are we robbing a kid's party anyway? Seems kind of low, don't you think?" "Because, genius, rich people buy expensive gifts. We're talking gaming consoles, tablets, maybe even some jewelry for the parents." Bill whistled. "Fair point. Alright, I'm in. When do we start?" "The party's at three. We'll arrive at two-thirty to help set up." "And we're sure this is gonna work?" Molly stood up, brushing off her pants. "It has to. I've got a lot riding on this job." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" "None of your business. Just be ready and try not to screw it up." "Yes, ma'am," Bill saluted mockingly. "One last question though." Molly sighed. "What now?" "Can I at least bring one balloon animal? You know, for authenticity?" Molly stared at him for a long moment before walking away, leaving Bill alone on the bench. "I'll take that as a maybe!" he called after her, grinning as he pulled out another hot dog from his bag.