The balloons were tied to the chairs, the sugary sweet aroma of cupcakes wafted through the air, and the kids were completely entranced by the piñata-swinging clown. Molly and Bill crouched behind a row of birthday banners, dressed in matching "I'm a superhero" t-shirts. "Not exactly the low-security target I was hoping for," Bill said, his voice hushed. "What's wrong, Bill? You scared of a few screaming children?" Molly shot back. "No, but what if we get caught in a sea of sparkly ponchos?" "Hey, people in ponchos can be ferocious," Molly deadpanned. Bill snorted. "You're not going to entertain yourself by making poncho puns all night, are you?" Molly held up her tablet, glowing with schematics of the party. "We have a plan. We go in during the cake-eating portion of the party – least distracted crowd." "The clown's still got their attention," Bill observed. "He's just getting started. That guy's a pro," Molly muttered. Bill's eyes flicked to the group of sugar-fueled four-year-olds, high on excitement and sugar. "We're really doing this, aren't we?" Molly flashed a sly grin. "Who's stopping us?" The clown wailed as he missed another piñata swing – perfect timing.