Molly had that mischievous twinkle in her eye as the duo surveyed the gaudy balloon-filled room. She leaned over to Bill and whispered, "Did you see that giant teddy bear under Timmy's table? That's our ticket." Bill adjusted his grin and glanced around the room, nodding subtly toward the clown. "Clowns are funny. But this, this is gold!" "Yeah, except clowns could double as lookouts,” Molly frowned playfully. “We'll need something more stealthy, Bill. Your legs are not a getaway car." With a conspiratorial chuckle, Bill winked, "Who said anything about legs? This two-piece suit, with its silver fabric and matte finish, is just... silent.” Molly raised an eyebrow, "A Miami Heat jersey on a snowy day, Bill? How subtle." "Gotta blend in, Molly. Although..." Bill paused, gauging the room's noise level, "I'm starting to think children popping balloons is louder than a marching band." Molly grinned, "Well, at least they keep the parents busy. Should be the perfect distraction while we play Operation..." Bill twisted a knackered cushion, "Ah yes, Operation Teddy Steal. But, our choices?" He flicked through his fingers, "Invisibility cloak. Virtually a piece of cake." "Second choice?" Molly quipped. Bill smirked, "Become Santa's reindeer." Accidentally, Timmy's balloon popped next to them. The room stopped—even the clown took notice. "Not yet," hissed Molly, "We haven't even started." Bill gave a mock salute, "Yes, ma'am. Distraction, or should I say, entertainment, is on you." Molly winked back, "Deal."