"So, Bill, how's the plan coming along for this children's party heist?" Molly asked with a smirk, adjusting her black fedora. "Well, Molly, I've got the blueprints of the venue right here," Bill said, revealing a crumpled paper map. "We'll enter through the ventilation shaft, avoiding the cameras of course, and make our way to the goodie bags." "And how do we avoid the partygoers - I mean, witnesses?" Molly asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, that's where these come in," Bill said, brandishing a couple of kazoos. "We play a distracting tune, and they'll be too busy dancing to notice us." "Genius, Bill. We'll blend right in!" Molly said sarcastically. "But what about the presents? They'll be under that ugly surveillance balloon!" "Leave that to me," Bill winked. "I've got our caterpillar friend here to help." He patted a long, thin object, which squirmed inside a duffel bag. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, right? Those things are ticklish!" "Trust me, Molly. Just distract the clown on duty, and I'll do the rest," he said, giving her a wink. "Alright, Bill, but if we get caught, I'm blaming you and your ridiculous plans. Remember the last time we tried robbing the petting zoo?" "That was not my fault! How was I supposed to know the goats would be such a