"Alright, Bill, you got the blueprints?" Molly whispered, her eyes darting around the dimly lit alleyway. "Right here," Bill replied, unrolling the crumpled papers. "The party's at the Westwood Community Center. Lots of kids, lots of loot." Molly rubbed her hands together. "Perfect. We'll hit 'em right as the piñata gets busted open. Chaos ensues, and we make off with the goods." "Genius," Bill grinned. "But what about security?" "Psh, it's a kiddie party. They'll be too busy wrangling those sugar-crazed gremlins to notice us." Bill stroked his chin. "What if they have clowns? You know how I feel about clowns." Molly rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. Just avoid the red noses, and we'll be golden." "Fine, fine. But if I end up with nightmares, you're buying me a lifetime supply of teddy bears." "Deal. Now, let's go over the plan one more time..."