Molly stared at the invitation, a garish explosion of pink and glitter. “A princess-themed party,” she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. “They’re probably expecting some overpriced tiara and a plastic wand. Disgusting.” Bill, perched on the edge of the table, idly flicked a playing card. “This party’s the jackpot, Molly. We’re talking top-of-the-line stuffed animals, maybe even a few video games. Imagine the haul.” “I’m thinking more like a room full of hyperactive sugar-fueled kids with sticky fingers and even stickier parents,” Molly grumbled. Bill grinned, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Exactly! Chaos is our friend. We’ll blend right in.” Molly rolled her eyes. “You always say that.” Bill shrugged. “And it’s always true.” He paused, his smile growing wider. “Plus, imagine the look on those parents’ faces when they realize their princess party was robbed by a pair of clowns.”