"Alright, what's the plan?" Molly asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet, eager to get started. Bill grinned. "Well, first we scope the place out, make sure it's just the typical trinkets and plastic crap. Then we hit the party dressing as bouncy castle attendants. Inflatable assault gear is key - people never suspect anything until they get popped." "That's genius! With this many rug rats and germ factories, no one will wonder why we're wearing gloves." "Exactly! All we need is a high quality toybag, some lube, a diversion..." "And a low center of gravity. These parties always have a ball pit - I'll take care of that." "Leave it to you. Remember, no kid's balloons unless they're filled with a drug." "Right, I got a new shipment - military grade." "Excellent. One good blast of those through the air circulation... Time to get to work." "Target is the gift table. Sprite kid's birthday won't miss a few boxes." "Oh, this'll be the icing on the cake - for us anyways." "Cake..." Bill and Molly exchanged a look and cracked knuckles. "Dismiss the sprinkles! That frosting will grease the locks." "Explosive?" "No, just... at this point I'm considering eating my weight just for nerves. Don't judge it." "I ain't never going to sugar cravings with a clown over a heist. Now, hit the sprinkseller!" Bill threw open the door and blasted glittering purification at the shocked party crowd as Molly slipped unnoticed into the present stack. Kids screamed and adults coughed under the flood of candy and choking glint, but they'd soon understand no judge would charge two clowns their bail over one creamed birthday boy. They were simply too smart for pop thinking.