Molly smoothed out the creases on the gleaming white tablecloth, a satisfying rumple disappearing with each stroke of her hand. Bill checked his watch for the fifth time, his brow furrowed in concentration. They were posed as catering staff at Timmy's sixth birthday party, and so far their cover was holding up. Molly plucked a stray grape from the fruit platter and popped it into her mouth, the sweetness exploding on her tongue. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan," she said, her voice low. "You take out the clown while I snatch the presents." "Got it," Bill nodded, his eyes darting around the crowded room. "But what about the bounce house?" "We'll take that too," Molly said, her grin mischievous. "We can pawn it for some nice cash." Bill's eyes widened. "You know how to deflate a bounce house?" "Of course I do," Molly said, offended. "I'm a professional." Bill raised an eyebrow. "You've stolen from a children's party before?" Molly hesitated, before leaning in closer. "Well, no. But how hard can it be?" Their eyes met, and they both burst out laughing. The sound attracted the attention of Timmy's mother, who beamed at them. "I'm so glad our waitstaff is getting along so well!" she gushed. "It really adds to the atmosphere!" Molly and Bill exchanged a look, before pasting on matching smiles. "Yes, ma'am," they chimed in unison. "We're thrilled to be here."