Molly adjusted her black jumpsuit, her eyes scanning the party venue from across the street. Bill, her trusted partner-in-crime, fidgeted beside her, clutching a crumpled-up blueprint of the building. The sound of children's laughter and tinny music filled the air, accompanied by the scent of sugary treats and fresh balloons. "Okay, so the diaper duty station is on the left, and the goody bag stash is right behind the piñata," Bill said, tracing his finger over the crude map. Molly raised an eyebrow. "You think we need to worry about the diaper duty station?" "Hey, you never know what kind of valuable assets are hiding in a diaper bin," Bill replied, his grin mischievous. Molly rolled her eyes. "You're thinking about the great diaper- cum- diamond-heist of 2018, aren't you?" Bill shrugged. "Hey, that was a real thing. I saw it on a documentary." Molly snorted, shaking her head. "Focus, Bill. We need to get in, grab the presents, and get out before the clown starts making balloon animals." Bill's eyes widened. "Right, right. The Clown Threat Level is high today. Let's get moving." As they set off across the street, Molly adjusted her utility belt, a spring in her step. This was going to be a piece of cake.