"Alright, Bill, here's the plan. We waltz into this kiddie shindig, dressed as clowns, look sharp. I'll be Molly the Clown, you're Billy B. Beanbag. Those stuffed animals won't know what hit 'em," Molly said, twirling a fake daisy in her hair. Bill raised an eyebrow, adjusting his oversized bow tie. "Molly, love, what if the kids recognize us from that library incident last week?" "Oh, they won't. These costumes are foolproof, and we'll lay low," she replied, adjusting her bulbous red nose. "We slip into the present room, stash everything in the van, and be done in fifteen. Simple." "Simple? Molly, these are toddlers. They're unpredictable," Bill whispered, peering through the window at the sea of tiny humans. "Bill, we’re professionals. Are you in or out?" Molly hissed, her eyes flashing with determination. "Alright, alright. But what about that bouncy castle? It's like a fortress," Bill muttered. "Just act like you’re six and have an endless bag of candy. We’ll be in and out before they can say 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey.' Now, stop stalling and let's go!" Molly pushed him towards the entrance, her laughter echoing in the shadows.