Molly flipped through the organizer, event details dancing before her eyes. "Listen to this," she said, "The Bremerton twins' birthday bash. Circus theme with a petting zoo and clowns. Loads of high-value loot in the form of presents." Bill crunched on a stray pretzel, his eyes glued to the action figure display. "A party? Really, Molly? Our last gig was a royal gala." She shot him a look, her brows knitting into a playful frown. "Exactly. We need something lighter. And speaking of lighter, those abbiamo padlocks on the gift table will be no match for our skills." "I'll set up the distraction. Jumbo-sized lollypops and a dancing clown costume should do it," Bill mused, chuckling at the mental image. "Perfect. We swoop in, grab the gifts, and by the time they catch on, we're slipping out with the loot." Molly tapped her chin. "We've got to figure out an escape route, though. Preferably one that avoids meeting a real clown car." Bill grimaced. "Trust me, after seeing those things up close, it'll be my number one priority. So, Operation Pinata Heist. When's the drill?" Molly closed the organizer with a decisive snap. "Two days, Bill. Two days till we become the life of the party, whether they like it or not."