"Bill, you toolbox, we're supposed to be planning the heist, not drooling on yourself over some kiddo's birthday cake!" Molly hissed, elbowing her partner in crime in the ribs. They ducked behind a faded Pikachu piñata, blending in with the rainbow-colored chaos of the birthday party. "S-sorry, Molly, it's just...cake." Bill, a portly man in a stained clown costume, wiped the drool off his chin. "Fine, back to the plan. First, we scope out the presents...," "Yeah, yeah, and then we charm our way past the Mom-In-Charge, distraction after distraction, and then in with the swag, out before anyone's the wiser--," "--Easy peasy, Bobo's-surprise-sneezy!" Bill interjected, trying to be slick. Molly ground her teeth. "Focus, clown. We've got one shot at this. When the magician's trimming his and sausages in his—" "Ew, Molly, TMI!" Bill cut her off, cheeks aflame. "--ahem, we'll make our move. You distract the snot-nosed munchkins with this." She held up a fistful of mentos. "While I deploy this." She revealed a bouncy ball filled with glitter and tear gas. "Genius, Molly, but what about the piñat-captain-ob-flab-a¹/third- Rockford?" Bill said, jabbing a