Bill leaned against the battered old van with a frown, his bulk pushing a dent in the rusty metal. "You're telling me that for our next hit, we're going after a kids' birthday party?" he grumbled. Molly, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, adjusted a ski mask while biting her lip. "I know, Bill. It's not our usual scene, but think about it. Little kids, oblivious to anything outside their inflatable kingdom, with enough swag for us to make a fortune." "But... kiddie parties are so loud," he retorted, tugging at his hair. "How are we supposed to slip in and out without getting caught?" She slung an arm lazily around his neck, pulling him towards her. "That's where you come in, my muscled friend. Blend in as a clown. You do a mean balloon animal, don't you?" He threw her an incredulous look. "Me? A clown? I'll scare the brats for life." "With your height and strength, they won't suspect a thing. Plus, we'll hit them with a flash bang, disorient the parents, and voila, we'll sweep in for loot," Molly declared confidently. Bill crossed his arms, mulling the plan over. "Alright, but what's your angle? Rainbow-colored burglar? You can't sneak in dressed like a skittle." "Leave that to the professional," Molly replied with a wink. "I've got a suit as unassuming as any nanny. The old 'Help, I'm the babysitter' bit. Plus, you know I love suits made for stealth." He rolled his eyes but a half-grin curved the corner of his mouth. "Fine, but no clown nose. Methinks I'll pass for a misunderstood rich uncle." "Hey, if it helps us get out, it's perfect," Molly replied, slapping his back. "Now, let's rehearse those balloon critters, shall we?"