Molly, sprawled on the worn-out couch, looked up from her map of the party layout. "You sure about this, Bill? A children's party? That's low, even for us." Bill, polishing his glasses, shrugged. "Think about it, Mol. It's the perfect cover. No one suspects the clown and the face painter." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You're not seriously going to make me wear that clown suit again, are you?" "It's either that or the giant bunny costume," Bill said, grinning. "Besides, you're great with kids. You just... need to work on your balloon animals." Molly groaned. "Fine. But if one kid asks for a balloon giraffe again, I swear..." Bill chuckled, putting his glasses back on. "Deal. Now, let's talk present extraction. We need to be quick, silent, and—" "Stealthy as Santa," Molly finished, smirking. "Alright, let's do this. But you owe me big time, Bill. And I mean big. Like, 'steal the Mona Lisa' big." Bill saluted her with a laugh. "You got it, partner. Operation 'Party Pooper' is a go."