"Bill, why did we pick a children's party?" Molly whispered, crouching behind a balloon vendor's van. "You remember that necklace you saw last week?" Bill replied. "The diamond pendant? You're telling me it's here, with all this rainbow and fairy stuff?" Molly asked, her eyebrows raised in skepticism. "The lady hosting the party bought it. And today is her daughter's birthday," he said, adjusting his cap. "Alright then. Let's break this party." Molly stood up, ready to make her move. "Hold on. We can't just barge in; we need a distraction," Bill said. Molly thought for a moment, "I have an idea. When the clown does his grand trick, we'll sneak in, grab the presents, and be out before anyone notices." Bill sighed, "Fine. Let's hope these clowns are worth their salt." Molly smirked, "Hey, trust me. I know a thing or two about being a party animal." "Just try not to have too much fun," Bill replied as they watched the clown prepare his final act.