Molly adjusted her hat, tilting it at a rakish angle. "Alright, Bill, spill the beans. What's the plan?" Bill, leaning against a lamppost, took a deep breath and adjusted his fake mustache. "Simple. We blend in, grab the loot, and scram before anyone notices." "Blend in? At a children's party? You look like a walrus in a tutu." He frowned, patting his slightly protruding belly. "Hey, I resemble that remark." Molly rolled her eyes. "We need disguises, something that screams 'harmless adult.' How about clowns?" "Clowns? Oh, come on, Molly. I draws