Molly and Bill huddled in the alleyway, a purloined clown costume draped over Molly's arm. They were crouched behind a stinking dumpster, weathering the midday heat. They were debating the finer points of their upcoming heist. "I still don't see why I have to be the one in the clown suit," Bill groused, wiping a bead of sweat from his receding hairline. "Why can't we just go in through the back window like we always do?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Because, Billith, this is a children's party. There'll be too many parents around. You really think they won't notice a couple of sketchy figures in the bushes? No, we play it smart this time." Bill scowled, but knew she was right. He took the clown costume from her, eyeing it morosely. "Alright, fine. But you better make it worth my while, m'dear." He slipped the oversized shoes on, exaggerating his steps as he practiced a few pratfalls. Molly smirked, unable to hide her amusement. "Don't worry, buster. The swag from this party will leave you laughing all the way to the... nope, can't say it." Bill thought better of it too. "In poor taste, Molly. Poor taste." They approached the house, passing through the front gate, Bill in his clown getup and Molly in a stolen maid's uniform. The music spilled out onto the street, inescapable and infectious. Bill couldn't help but groove