The Daring Heist Molly, the mastermind, sat huddled with her partner-in-crime across from the chalkboard filled with their plan of action. Bill twirlled the toothpick between his fingers, clearly nervous. "I'm telling ya, this is a bad idea. I'm not one for breakin' into kids' parties. Once we're done, all them scrawny little shits will know we were there." "Molly halted her pencil with a glazed look in her eye, reading the notes she had scribbled and redone many times over. "Oh, come now, Bill. We're gonna take all the sweets and the kids will never know." "Dream on. And what about the hefty sum of cash they collect from the guests?" Bill snapped as he chomped on the toothpick. "That's our cut. Now--" "Which we can't realistically carry like we need to if we wanna make our getaway without leaving trace." "It'll be fine. We'll have a getaway car cage...{ahem} clown act down by the exit," she tried, handing him a toyne prism hose over her bed tag. "You don't scare me e-BAH." "You don't scare me neither!" "Oops." "Es. Nuts," she continued composing herself and making sure the rows of scent something serious upkeep a solid thought trail cut "Just do the clown actnost today. Chill." "It's Mightly Mouse for you then, right?" With that, Bill fell silent, pondering the blue-and-red tie to his joroseru clown costume. "Lock it up." "The what?" Bill turned to lock up his geared perversion bundle," He looked over to Molly, who was watching him in shock, the excitement hit the roof her face. "Oh. Shit. Guess no shortsie tonight." "Guess not." Bill threw the costume into the dumpster behind the cinema with a growl. It never felt so good to just break free from the brakesle and revel in pure freedom roar into the night.