"Molly, this plan of yours is, how you say... *ludicrous*." Bill tossed a stack of fliers onto the dingy kitchen table. They depicted a smiling clown and read: "Kids' Birthday Bash: Free Presents Every Hour!" Molly grinned, sipping her coffee. "It's perfect. Whole town'll be there, we'll blend right in!" "Ah, but what if Joan Shute reclaims her *stolen* broom?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "Or worse, what if the gift bag contains that cursed *marble rabbit*—we'd be toast, lady!" Molly chuckled, flipping through the flyer. "Nah, everyone loves a good surprise, right? Just follow my lead. I'll charm those kiddies, you be the heavy." "You, charming kiddies? You, who can't even whisper 'please'?" Bill shook his head. "I say we break into the toy store instead." "You're chicken." Molly tossed the flyer at him. "Besides, think of the kids' faces! That gangly assistant might hesitate to tackle a *big, scary clown*... *emphasize the height*." Bill sighed, grabbing the flyer. "Alright, *Captain Hook*, but don't say I didn't warn you. We keep a low profile, yes? No fancy tricks?" Molly winked. "No promises, sunshine. *Adventures are what we signed up for*."