Molly peered through the colorful window of the community center, her eyes scanning the room filled with balloons and happy children in various states of sugar-induced bliss. The scent of icing and laughter wafted out, making her scrunch her nose in distaste. Bill, leaning casually against the wall, was jotting something down in a small, well-worn notepad. "What's the plan, Mol?" he asked, without looking up. "Simple," she replied, brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face. "We sneak in, use the chaos to our advantage, and snag the loot." Bill finally looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Chaos? It's a kids' party, not a riot." Molly rolled her eyes. "Have you ever seen what happens when you run out of cake? Trust me, it’ll be distraction central." Bill chuckled, shaking his head as he tucked the notepad back into his pocket. "Fine, but what's the backup? You know, in case we get—" "There," Molly cut him off, pointing to a clown struggling to juggle a set of bowling pins. "We go as the entertainment. They won't suspect a thing." Bill's eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. "You always think of everything, don't you?" "Naturally," she quipped. "You grab the costumes, I'll handle the rest." As they turned away from the window, Molly couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement. It wasn’t every day you had to outsmart toddlers and PTA parents. She glanced at Bill, ensuring he was ready. His grin was all the confirmation she needed. Time to crash a party.