Molly poured herself a shot of whiskey, glancing over at Bill, who was sprawled out on the couch, his eyes fixed on the wanted posters plastered on the fridge. "What's with the kid's party on the 15th?" she asked, taking a sip. "Oh, I got the layout," Bill said, his voice muffled by the cushions. "It's a goldmine. Every kid in the city is gonna be there." "Goldmine?" Molly raised an eyebrow. "You might want to rethink that metaphor, Bill. Last time you said something was a goldmine, we ended up getting stuck in a dumpster." "Hey, that was one misjudgment," Bill said, shifting to a sitting position. "And don't be dramatic. The party's at the Marriott ballroom. There's gonna be tables upon tables of presents. We're talking toys, games, electronics. The rich families will be there with their credit cards at the ready." "And the security?" Molly asked, tracing circles on the coffee table. "You know, just the usual – a rent-a-cop or two, some cameras, some snipers...nah, they wouldn't dare. These are rich kids we're talking about. The real security is going to be the sugar-high screams of terror when we make our move." Molly chuckled. "That's a lovely thought, but we need a real plan. What's the best way to get in and out without being seen or caught?" "Good question," Bill replied. "I found out the party is going to be catered by the exclusive Golden Unicorn event planning company. They're going to bring in a team of caterers and waitstaff dressed up as clowns. We dress up as clowns, too, and get in as part of the crew. The clowns are the ones always getting let in by default – no one ever thinks to check their employment application, no one ever thinks to scrutinize the name with the flower crown on their lapel." Molly shook her head, a mock-serious expression on her face. "That's a terrible cover. You sound like a reject from a 1950s circus. We're a team of suave thieves, not a pair of misfits off a bad sitcom." "You're just not seeing the bigger picture," Bill said, his voice rising. "People think clowns are scary, that's what allows them to get away with the pranks. We're not trying to fool anyone; we just need to make it believable. They're used to clowns scaring kids, not stealing a lot of expensive goods. By the time they realize they've been robbed blind, we'll be long gone, sipping margaritas on the Mexican side." "Wow," Molly said, picking up her drink. "You really have a future in children's entertainment. No one could be more convincing – neither as a clown nor a thief." "I resent that," Bill said, raising his hands in mock offense.