"Alright, Bill, did you scope out the place?" Molly asked, peering over the top of her oversized sunglasses. "Of course, Molly!" Bill grinned, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "The party starts at three. Kids everywhere. Clowns, balloons, chaos. Perfect cover." "Great. Did you check the security?" Molly leaned in, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Security?" Bill blinked. "It's a children's party, Molly. What kind of security could they possibly have?" "Bill, even a child with a plastic badge could blow our cover. Focus!" Molly scolded, tapping the paper. "Okay, okay. I saw a couple of parents who looked like they might have served in the PTA. Have you seen those moms? Hardcore!" Molly sighed. "We can handle the PTA moms. Now, what's the layout?" Bill spread the crumpled paper on the table. "Entrance here, bouncy castle there, cake table here, and the presents... right over here." "Perfect. Distraction?" "Ah, I'm glad you asked!" Bill beamed. "Remember Joey the Clown from our last job? He's booked for this gig." "Joey?" Molly squinted. "You mean the guy who couldn't juggle bowling pins without smashing a window?" "Yeah, him. But he's great with kids! And he owes us, big time." "Alright, fine. Joey causes a scene, you grab the presents, I'll cover you." "But what about the kids? They're like, knee high, but their sense of justice is unreal." "Bill, if a five-year-old brings you down, we have bigger problems." "Fair point, Molly. So, we go in as... what? Guests? Entertainers?" "Bill, look at us. Nobody's buying that we're guests. We'll pose as extra clowns. Who's gonna say no to more clowns?" Bill scratched his chin. "You think we can pull off the makeup?" Molly grinned. "Spoken like a man who never faced down a PTA mom. We blend in, we grab the loot, and we’re out before the candles are blown out." Bill nodded. "And if we get caught?" "We won’t get caught." Molly's eyes narrowed. "Just follow my lead." "And what exactly is your lead, Molly?" "We’re gonna use stealth and precision. You know, like ninjas. With red noses." "Right, because ninjas are famous for their squeaky shoes." Bill rolled his eyes. Molly smirked. "Exactly. Now, let’s get our gear." "So, we're really going through with this?" Bill asked, suddenly serious. "We are. This is our big break. Think of the money we'll make selling those presents." Bill nodded. "Okay. But one last question, Molly." "Yes, Bill?" "I get to keep a toy train, right? Just one. For old time’s sake." Molly laughed. "Deal. But only if you make it out without squeaking too loud." "Challenge accepted," Bill said, with a mock salute. As they walked away from their huddled discussion, Molly glanced back. "Remember, Bill, stealth is key." "And no PTA moms, got it," Bill replied, eager but nervous. "Tomorrow, we become legends." Molly smirked. "Legends in big shoes and face paint." With their plan set, they headed off, ready to become the most infamous clowns to ever crash a kiddie party.