Molly and Bill sat in a rundown motel room, scanning the blueprints of Puddles 'N' Pops, a popular children's play center. Bill, sporting a bandana over his nose and mouth, swirled the last of his coffee, pondering. "So, you're saying it's all-you-can-eat pizza day at Puddles 'N' Pops. Parents'll be distracted feeding their rambunctious spawn. Perfect caper." "Not to mention, the place'll be crawling with irritable kiddos who can't tell the difference between Santa and Spider-Man. We'll blend in like pros," Molly declared, adjusting her pink tutu and sparkly top. "I've concocted a few white lies for the suspicious ones. Like, 'Oh, I'm here for the piñata piñata, not the gift piñata!'" She laughed, tossing her curly hair. "And we dress as clowns with balloons to get closer to the presents." "Well, we only get one shot, then we bail," Bill pointed out, peering at the floor plan. "The security system's newest, but I figure, with a little jimmying, we can deactivate it. Just need to be in and out in fifteen minutes. Get a van, dump 'em all into sacks, and blast out the emergency exit." "Sweet. I'll handle the kids. For their sugar-rush eyes, I'm the children's new best friend. Keep 'em entertained while you crack the locked room." Molly adjusted her clown nose. "But can we make it past the metal detector at the entrance? Some of these presents are solid gold, I heard." "Already worked it out," Bill smirked, tapping a remote detonator. "Magnetic to stick to any metal, a simple hack to bypass the security system. Ready in ten seconds. Will this job make us rich, or what?" Molly's eyes glimmered. "Mint-condition Star Wars Legos. Antique dolls. Memory Foam Pillow Pets. Plus, one rumored to be a diamond-encrusted tickle-me-elmo from a reality TV star's kid. Reckon we'll be set for a royal Caribbean vacation, huh?" "You bet," Bill affirmed. "Just like Bonnie and Clyde, we'll spend our lives on the run, well, until those bounties make us retire on a beach." He stood to leave. "You'll need a clown name too, by the way. Standard protocol." Molly smiled with a knowing glint. "I'll be 'Creepy Clown Carol,'" she announced. "Now let's get ready to steal toys and make the parents weep."