Molly pored over the layout of Sunny Day Birthday Palace, her gaze lingering on the faded yellow stucco walls. Bill lounged against the back of the couch, snatching bites of Cheeto from the bag between her. "Alright, let's review. We've got six rooms to navigate, each with god-knows-how-many overexcited sugar-high kids and their marginally less-wired parents." "Simple," Bill said around a mouthful, "create a distraction, get in, grab the loot, repeat as necessary. What's the distraction?" Molly unfolded a crumpled Post-It note, smoothing out the creases. "New clown on staff, scheduled to start at 1 PM. I say we have him 'accidentally' release the balloons earlier, get the kids in a frenzy. Create a ruckus while I slip in the side door." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Think the clown will play along? We can't afford to have him accidentally 'remember' his job's contract prohibits theft." "I've taken care of that," Molly said with a sly grin. "Clown's in on it, been paid extra to deliver an...ill-timed juggling routine."