Molly peeked her head into the room and gestured for Bill to come over. "I think this is the place," she whispered. Bill crept up beside her and surveyed the brightly decorated party room. Colorful balloons bobbed in the corners, and a long table was piled high with shiny wrapped gifts. "I count at least a dozen presents there, Mol," Bill murmured appreciatively. "Looks like this little Suzie is one spoiled brat." "Suzie's parents are loaded. I'm thinking we can clean up big time." Molly tapped a finger against her chin as she thought. "The old birds are out of town for the weekend, and they hired a bunch of babysitters to watch the rugrats. It shouldn't be too hard to slip in and grab the loot while they're all distracted by cake and games and whatnot." Bill rubbed his hands together gleefully. "Ohoho! This is gonna be a cinch! I'll sneak in posing as a clown, and you can pretend to be one of the mommies dropping off her kid. Easy peasy lemon squeezy!" "A clown? Really? That's your plan?" Molly arched an eyebrow skeptically. "What? Clowns are totally trustworthy!" Bill protested. "I'll have the kids eating out of my hand, and the sitters won't think twice about me hanging around. Genius!" Molly sighed. "If you say so. But if you end up getting beaned with a pie, I'm not coming to bail you out of jail, capiche?" Bill held up his hands in mock offense. "Hey, I resent that! I'll have you know I'm an award-winning clown!" "You're an award-winning pain in my ass, that's what you are," Molly grumbled. She checked her watch and straightened her posture, putting on an air of matronly sophistication. "Okay, showtime. You get in position, and I'll go see if I can sweet talk my way past the front door. Meet you back here in twenty minutes?" Bill gave a jaunty salute and scurried off to his clownmobile. Molly smoothed her hair and marched purposefully towards the house, plastering a saccharine smile on her face as she rang the doorbell. "Coming!" A harried looking young woman answered the door, wiping frosting on her apron. "Can I help you?" "Yes