"What do you mean, a kids party? I thought we were robbing a Walmart, not a Saturday morning cartoon." Bill gripes, checking over his ski mask one more time in the car mirror. "Relax, it'll be a piece of cake. We stroll in, scoop up all the gifts, and stroll right back out. Easy peasy." Molly guarantees, eyeing Bill's nervous reflection. "Easy for you to say, you're not the one going undercover as the clown. What if one of 'em recognizes me? Or worse, wants a balloon animal." Molly snickers. "Bill, my man, you're thinking way too hard. Maybe it's time you retired this gig and moved full-time into family friendly critiquin—" The blanching thief quickly interrupts. "Alright, alright, I get it. C'mon, let's get this over with before I change my mind and we end up robbing that lipstick lady after all." "Deal. You go in first, I'll scope out the surroundings. And for the love of God, try not to look too shifty." Molly laughs, giving Bill an encouraging pat on the arm before exiting the car. Bill takes one last deep breath and reaches for the clown nose, grimacing. "Just add it to the list of things I never thought I'd do for this job."