Molly leaned against the wall, her eyes scanning the brightly colored invitation. "A children's birthday party, Bill? Really?" Bill shrugged, adjusting his fake mustache. "It's the perfect cover. Who'd suspect a couple of clowns?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "Clowns? We're not dressing up as clowns." "Why not? They're non-threatening, and everyone loves them." "Everyone except kids who have nightmares about them," Molly retorted. Bill waved her concern away. "Details. We blend in, grab the loot, and bounce before the cake's even cut." "And what if the presents are all locked up?" "Then we improvise. Maybe we'll find a key in a piñata." Molly sighed, rolling her eyes. "You do realize we're adults, right?" "Adults with a plan," Bill grinned. "And tonight, that plan involves toys and treats." Molly shook her head but couldn't help but smile. "Alright, but if I get hit by a beanbag from that piñata, you're on cleanup duty." "Deal," Bill said, extending his hand. "Now, let's go steal some joy."