“Alright, Bill,” Molly said, pulling out a meticulously drawn diagram from her purse. “This is the layout of the party. You see this?” She jabbed a finger at a red dot. “The piñata. It’s where they’ll be storing all the presents. One guy, a Mr. Snuggles, is in charge of it. He’s apparently quite fond of a large, yellow rubber chicken.” Bill squinted at the diagram. “Wait, a rubber chicken? I love rubber chickens. We should steal that, too. It’ll be just like in that old heist movie with the monkey and the banana.” Molly slapped a hand to her forehead. “Bill, we have a target, not a sideshow. Now, the plan is this: I’ll act as a ‘volunteer’ clown. I’ll distract Mr. Snuggles with a balloon animal. Meanwhile, you’ll sneak into the piñata, steal the presents, and-" “But why the clown? I could be a pirate, you know,” Bill interrupted, tugging on the end of his bushy mustache. "A pirate is much cooler and wouldn't have to wear that itchy makeup." "Because clowns are terrifying," Molly said, deadpan. “And trust me, the kids will be too busy running away to even notice a pirate.”