Molly peered over the fence, clipboard in hand. "Bill, you sure about this? These are kids." Bill adjusted his clown wig. “Relax, Mol. It's the perfect cover. Who suspects the clowns?” “I just...” Molly began, her gaze drifting to the pile of gifts by the bouncy castle. Bill chuckled, “Look, we slip in, do a couple of balloon animals, and then when it's piñata time, bam! We grab the loot.” Molly nodded slowly, “Piñata time. Right, when everyone's distracted?” “Exactly! Kids whacking a candy-stuffed unicorn won’t notice us hauling their loot away.” “And the getaway?” Molly checked her watch, eyebrows knitted. Bill pointed to a whimsical mini-train parked nearby. “We're exiting on the choo-choo train express. Full steam ahead to riches.” Molly couldn’t help but laugh. “This is ridiculous, Bill.” “Ridiculously brilliant, you mean.” Bill gave her a confident wink. “Now, let's get these presents before the candy breaks loose.” Molly took a deep breath and pulled on her oversized clown shoes. “Lead the way, Bill. Operation Birthday Bash is a go.”