Molly and Bill sat huddled in a cramped, dimly lit garage packed with tools, blueprints, and what looked suspiciously like a piñata in the corner. "Alright, Bill," Molly said, biting into an apple. "You've scoped the place, haven't you?" "Of course," Bill replied, wiping grease off his hands. "It's a proper circus over there. Bouncy castles, clowns, the whole shebang." Molly giggled. "Perfect cover for us, then. Any security detail we should worry about?" "Just a couple of harried parents trying to keep thirty kids from a sugar-induced frenzy," Bill smirked. "They won't know a party popper from a real heist." "Good. Timing-wise, you reckon post-cake cutting for maximum chaos?" "Definitely. Right when they unleash the candy avalanche. These kids will be so wired, they won't notice if a couple presents go missing." Molly nodded. "What about disguises? You know we can't just waltz in looking suspicious." "I've got clown wigs," Bill said, gesturing to a pile of brightly colored synthetic hair. "No one questions the clowns." "And face paint? What's a clown without a red nose?" "Got that too, along with a couple of those squirting flower things. Always good for a distraction." "You think a classic gag will still work?" "It'll be like Pied Piper, but with laughter," Bill assured. Molly raised an eyebrow. "And an exit strategy? It's not a clean getaway if we're not driving a ridiculous vehicle." "Don't worry, I borrowed my nephew's birthday gift," Bill grinned. "A mini electric car. Fits two." Molly burst out laughing. "You're kidding. Those things go at turtle speed." "Hey, with the noise and kids running around, no one'll think twice if they see us rolling away in it." "We better hope it has a snug trunk." Bill shrugged. "That's what the piñata's for. We'll stash the loot in there." "Always thinking, aren't you?" Molly chuckled. "But what if we encounter, you know, suspicious parents?" "That's where these come in," Bill said, brandishing a handful of balloons. "Distract with some animal balloon twisting. Kids love it. Parents, not so much." "A distraction within a distraction. I like it. But we should probably keep our main focus—" "The presents," Bill cut in. "All under an inflatable arch, wrapped up like nobody's business." "Stealth is key. A swift swipe, under the guise of a juggling act, maybe?" "I've been practicing my three-ball juggle," Bill said, tossing a few apples in the air. "We’ll be the life of the party, and nobody's gonna suspect a thing." Molly snickered. "And after? What do you propose we do with a pile of kids' toys?" "Toy swap store. We unload for some quick cash without suspicion," Bill winked. "It's perfect. Almost makes me feel guilty." "That's why they pay us the big bucks, Molly. We see opportunity in chaos." "Alright, let's synchronize watches. One last rehearsal of the plan before go time." "Clown o'clock at precisely candy fallout," Bill confirmed, checking his watch. Molly grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I've gotta hand it to you, Bill. This might just be our most colorful escapade yet." Bill leaned back, popping a balloon dog. "Let's hope the laughs last till after the job's done."