"You're sure there'll be enough loot?" Bill asked, eyeing the flyer for little Timmy's fifth birthday party. "Are you kidding me?" Molly snorted. "A bunch of over-indulged brats? That place will be raining toys." She flipped the flyer over, scowling at the crude crayon drawing of a smiling clown. "Besides, did you see what it said here? 'Bring a wrapped gift!' Like an engraved invitation to rob the joint." "True," Bill conceded, "but we gotta get in there first. They're gonna have parents crawling all over the place." Molly smirked. "That's what the clown costume is for." She held up a bright orange wig and a red nose. "I'll distract the adults while you grab the loot." "And what if someone tries to hug me?" Bill asked nervously. "I'm not exactly... touchy-feely." Molly rolled her eyes. "It's a children's party, not a therapy session. Just put on the damn wig." She tossed it at him. Bill caught the wig and reluctantly pulled it on. The oversized nose made him sneeze. "Okay, okay. But you're buying me a beer after this."