"A kid's birthday party, Bill? Seriously?" Molly squinted at the target photo, her nose practically touching the screen. "What, did the Museum of Modern Art's security system suddenly become a walk in the park?" Bill leaned back in his chair, a half-eaten bag of chips dangling from his hand. "Relax, Moll. Think of it this way: no laser grids, no tripwires, just a bunch of sugar-crazed toddlers and their baffled parents. It's practically an open invitation." "Yeah, an invitation to be tackled by a three-year-old wielding a plastic sword and a juice box full of cranberry vengeance," Molly countered, flipping through the party details. "This is a pirate theme. We're talking eye patches, inflatable parrots, and enough glitter to blind a satellite." "Think of the loot, Moll. Think of the loot!" Bill said, eyes widening. "We're talking the latest gaming consoles, designer dolls, bikes with training wheels—" "And enough sticky candy residue to make us reconsider our life choices," Molly interrupted, grimacing. "Besides, there's gotta be a better way to make a quick buck. We could rob a candy store, at least then the loot would be edible." Bill waved a dismissive hand. "Nah, candy store security is tight. They've got cameras, alarms, and those creepy old ladies with candy canes who terrify anyone within a ten-foot radius. This party, though, it's a gold mine. All we need is a distraction." "A distraction?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to be the one to orchestrate a diversion in a room full of rambunctious children? Bill, you're asking for a full-blown sugar-fueled meltdown." "Not you, Moll," Bill said, grinning mischievously. "I've got the perfect plan." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We hire a clown." Molly stared at him, speechless for a moment. "A clown?" "The best clown money can buy," Bill clarified, pulling out his phone. "One who's not afraid to get a little...messy." He tapped on the screen, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Think of the chaos, Moll. Think of the possibilities." Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, this is going to be a long night."