Molly pulled out the blueprints and laid them across the table. "All right, Bill, here's the plan." Bill squinted at the paper. "You're telling me we're breaking into a *children's party*?" "The place is loaded with presents," Molly explained. "Easy money." "But kids, Molly? Really?" "Look, do you want rent money or not?" "Fine," Bill sighed. "So, what's the strategy?" "You'll be the clown, entertaining the kids." "A *clown*?" "A clown, Bill. Your face is already painted." "Hardy har. What'll you be doing?" "While you keep the kids busy, I'll sneak in and grab the presents." "You always get the fun jobs. And how do we escape?" "A cake will be delivered at exactly 2:05. When it arrives, gather the kids around, and while they sing 'Happy Birthday,' we make our exit." "You're really set on doing this?" "Bill, trust me. It's a piece of cake."