Molly squinted at the security footage playing on her laptop, three clown noses blinking back at her from the screen. "Adorable, just adorable," she muttered, tapping a finger against her chin. "See, that's where the birthday boy will be at 3:30 sharp, completely distracted by the piñata. Utter pandemonium for a good fifteen minutes, maybe twenty if there are some serious competitive candy hounds in attendance." Bill, dressed head-to-toe in a bright pink tutus and a tiara that threatened to topple amidst the mess of his rainbow-coloured wig, snorted. "That piñata's going to be the least of our worries. That sugar rush will have those little ankle-biters bouncing off the walls. Getting past them'll be like navigating a feral swarm of glitter-and-glue-encrusted bees." He patted a makeshift candy pouch strapped to his chest, a single jelly bean peeking out. "But for all the loot it's worth." "Come on, Bill," Molly said, brandishing a grappling hook like a conductor's baton. "Don't tell me you're getting stage fright before we've even clocked in for this shift."