Molly adjusted her clown nose, wincing at the ticklish sensation. "We're really doing this, Bill? A kids' party?" Bill twirled his fake moustache, grinning. "Yeah, but think about it. Un-guarded, high-value, and prime for the taking." "The taking? It's presents, for crying out loud." Molly's voice squeaked under the weight of her disbelief. "Details, Molly, details." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "We're artists, remember? This is our masterpiece." "More like madness." She sighed, eyeing the pile of costumes. "What's our plan?" Bill leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. "We're going in as the entertainment. Clown cover, remember?" "And then what, we just grab and go? Amidst the bouncing castles and crying kids?" Molly asked, skepticism dripping from every word. "Precisely." Bill clapped his hands together. "While they're distracted with balloon animals, we'll make our move." Molly shook her head, the ridiculousness of it all almost amusing. "And what do we do about the birthday boy or girl?" "We'll leave them a consolation prize." Bill grinned, holding up a gaudy plastic kazoo. "It's all part of the plan, Molly. The greatest heist of our lives."