"Bill, you’re not seriously considering this, are you?" Molly asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Hey, when have I ever backed down from a good challenge?" Bill replied, grinning. "Besides, it’s a kids' party. How hard can it be?" "Bill, we're talking about a room full of sugar-fueled kids and their overprotective parents. Not exactly low-key." "Low-key is overrated. We just need a good distraction." "Like what, a piñata explosion?" "Better. I’m thinking a group of clowns with guns. Set off some fake smoke, maybe a few silly string canisters—classic misdirection." "Clowns with guns? Are you sure you’re not just trying to get us arrested in a circus act?" "Trust me, it’s foolproof. By the time they realize what’s happening, we’ll be out with all the presents." "Bill, this is insane." "Come on, Molly. Think about it. Candy, toys, and no one’s expecting it. It’s the perfect heist." "Fine, but if we end up in juvenile detention, you’re buying me ice cream." "Deal. Now, let’s go pick up the clowns."