“Alright, Bill, you got the cake?” Molly asked, her voice hushed as she peered through the window of the brightly lit gymnasium. “It’s right here, in this… uh, this bag,” Bill mumbled, clutching a large, floral-patterned tote bag. “And I’m calling it a ‘surprise’ for the birthday girl. Classy. Right?” Molly snorted. “Of course it is. It’s a cake. It’s always classy.” She tapped her chin, her eyes darting across the chaotic scene of children, parents, and brightly colored decorations. “Okay, plan is still good? We grab the loot, I’m the distraction, and you’ll be the ‘gift-delivery-guy’?” “Sure, sure. But I think we should try to look less…” Bill squinted at his clothes, “Like we’re about to rob a children’s party.” “We’ve got rainbow suspenders, Bill. What do you suggest? A clown costume?" Molly asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just get in there. I’ll handle the crowd.” “Fine,” Bill sighed, “I’m going to steal a bouncy house.” “Do you even know how to blow one of those up?” “No, but it’s the only way I can carry all these presents!" Bill grumbled, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "Just stay calm, Bill," Molly said, giving him a reassuring smile, “Let's get this party started… and robbed.”