Molly peered through the window, a pair of wire glasses perched atop her head. "So, Bill, this is the one, huh?" Bill adjusted his disguise, temporarily transforming into a harmless clown. "The famed Jones' jamboree, stuffed with riches. It's not just the presents, though." He paused, tipping his oversized hat in dramatic fashion. "It's the fancy, chocolate filled balloons." Molly couldn't stifle a laugh. "Seriously? You've got to be kidding me." She nervously drummed her fingers on the rooftop, her heart galloping. "Focus, Molly. We've been over this, it's all about the toys." "Right, the toys!" Bill hurriedly added, slapping a hand over his red punch bowl. "We break in, nab the gifts, and make a clean getaway." "Yeah, but wait. There's a code word, code word," Molly cocked her head, the cogwheels in her mind spinning. "Remember last time? We broke into the wrong party because Melissa forgot to mention...the code word." "Yeah, toy marathon. But yeah, we've got it this time, right?" Bill chuckled, revealing the merriment hidden beneath his painted smile. Molly eyed him suspiciously, "And you, dressing up as a clown, isn't exactly clandestine." "Counter-intelligence, trust me," he winked, pointing to his oversized boob-button. "Imagine out-clowning a clown!" "Then let's make it count," she tenaciously declared, "In through the unlocked window, around the party, be quick, be quiet. Silly string can't conceal our titillating intentions." Bill cracked his whip, the noise momentarily distracting the distant hounds of laughter. "Heist-ey, Molly!" He roared, "For our glory and the glory of all toy-stealing, clownish generations!" "For glory abundant!" Molly batted her fake oversized eyes, extended her hands. "And as for the codeword, let's stick to our original plan: toy marathon." The cacophony of innocent fun escaped beyond the shutter; their plan was set, the stage was ready. Tonight, the world would guess their game.