"I'm telling you, Bill, this is the score of a lifetime," Molly said, eyes shining with excitement as she pored over the party invitation. "Two hundred sugared-up kids, and their parents too distracted to notice us swapping the loot." "Loot?" Bill raised an eyebrow. "You mean the Tea Set of Sparkles and the Deluxe Nerf Blaster of Doom?" "Exactly! Those things retail for a pretty penny. And have you seen the RSVP list? The Smiths are coming – their kid's always getting the latest gadgets." "Okay, but how do we get past the bounce house and the pinata-filled gauntlet of doom?" Molly snorted. "Please, we've infiltrated tighter security at the Museum of Questionable Taxidermy. I've got a plan. We dress as –" "Clowns?" Bill's face fell. "You can't be serious." "Dead serious. We'll blend right in with the entertainment. Who suspects a clown?" "I do. I suspect all clowns. This is a terrible idea, Molly." "Nonsense! It's genius. Now, let's get to work on those exaggerated pantaloons..."