"Alright Bill, we need to scope out the joint," said Molly, peering through the binoculars at the party across the street. Bill squinted. "I still don't get why we're hitting a kid's birthday bash. What kind of loot are we gonna find in there?" "Presents, you idiot! Lots and lots of presents!" Molly replied, lowering the binoculars. "I heard this kid's parents are loaded. Think of the haul - toys, candy, probably some cash too." "Sounds like a whole lotta trouble for a few plastic trinkets. What's the point?" "Look, Bill, we've got bills to pay, okay? And I'm tired of breaking into rich old coots' houses just to find they've got nothing but antique teacups and dusty books. At least with a kid's party, we know we'll score some decent loot." "Fine, but you're getting the ones with the sticky candy inside. I'm not touching anything covered in kid slobber." "Deal," Molly grinned. "Now, how do you suggest we get inside? That bounce house looks tempting." "Oh please, I'm not wearing a clown suit just to get in." "Suit yourself, but you're gonna miss out on some awesome loot!" Molly smirked, pulling on a bright red nose and oversized pants.