"Alright, Bill," Molly muttered through a mouthful of fries, wiping the grease from her chin with a napkin stolen from the fast food joint's dispenser. "I've got the blueprints of the gorilla-themed party den right here, and I've clocked the place three times this week. Security's non-existent, but we're on a tight schedule. The presents won't be under that dont-steal-me-or-else-you're-the-worst-person-in-the-universe tree for long." Bill, gnawing on an extra-large, super-sized, cheeseburger-laced-with-heart-attack, eyed the Xeroxed layout sprawled across the table. "So, what's the plan, boss?" he asked, wiping a line of grease off his chin with the napkin stuck to his sleeve. "The beauty of this job, my chubby friend, is that we're already inside the compound," Molly giggled, unable to supress a wicked grin. "We'll arrive posing as the hired entertainment. With these," she said, waving two professionally-printed flyers at him, "we're The Super-Awesome Piñata-bursting Clown Duo," she deadpanned. Bill wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I'm not wearing clown shoes, Molly. I've got my boundaries, you know." "Alright, alright, fashionista!" Molly huffed. "We'll just tell them the balloon animals took a bite out