Molly fidgeted nervously as she reviewed the plan with Bill. "Okay, so we'll be arriving dressed as the clown and the princess. With their faces caked in makeup, who's gonna recognize us?" "And what, exactly, are we gonna do with a buncha kids' toys, huh?" Bill grunted skeptically. "Think of it," Molly grinned wickedly. "Resell 'em on the black market. A mint-condition Elmer the Elephant is worth hundreds! Thou-sands, even!" Bill snorted. "Like anyone's gonna pony up that kinda dough for nothin' but a fuzzy critter." Molly rolled her eyes. "C'mon, be serious! With some discreet ads, we'll clean up. We'll be rolling in cash and teddy bears in no time!" "Right, you're the mastermind." Bill sighed heavily. "So I'm the clown, huh? What's my angle? Clown around and whip up some balloon animals while you run off with the loot?" "Hah, better yet - you're the princess's entourage. While everyone's cheering on the birthday girl, I'll make my move."