Molly adjusted her black beret, a smirk creeping onto her crimson lips as she surveyed the festive scene. "So, Bill, what do you think? It's like goddamn Disneyland down there." The children's party overflowed with balloons, streamers, and laughter. Bill, a lanky man in a purple clown wig, crouched beside her, peeking through some hedges. "Piece of cake, Molls. There's only a few penguin-suited idiots guarding the loot." He chortled, extracting a hooked cane from his trench coat. "Hook, line, and Snickers bar, we're in business." Molly arched an eyebrow. "Seriously, Bill? That was a fishing pun at a goddamn children's party?" "What can I say, Molly? The puns find me." Bill winked, his unnerving clown makeup accentuating his sleazy grin. "Whatever. Just stick to the plan, clown." Molly's emerald eyes scanned the area, marking the guards' patrol routes. "I'll distract them while you sneak in and bag the loot." "Roger that, Tinker Bell." Bill gave a mock salute before darting away, his cane in hand. Molly straightened her cat-burglar Halloween costume, taking in a deep breath. "Here kitty, kitty," she purred under her breath, sauntering towards the unsuspecting guards. "Well, well, well, what do we