Molly pored over the schematics of "Kiddie Kingdom", a behemoth of a children's play center, while Bill munched on a stale granola bar. Their cramped, rented office reeked of yesterday's Chinese takeout and desperation. "Alright, we're looking at a 3 PM party for little Timmy's 8th birthday," Molly said, tapping the blueprint. "Estimated guest list: 25 sugar-high minors, 15 frazzled parents, and 3 harried party staff." Bill swallowed his snack, "That's a lot of potential witnesses. You sure this is worth the risk? I mean, what's the payload here? A bunch of Pokémon cards and philanthropic aunt-gifts?" Molly's eyes sparkled, "Oh, no, no, no. This is a high-roller party. Daddy's a tech mogul. I'm talking top-shelf, boutique presents. That one kid's gonna wake up to a customized, solid-gold Nintendo Switch." Bill whistled, "Now that's what I call a happy birthday. But how do we get in, blending in with the...unblended?" "You'll go as 'Binky the Fun Clown'," Molly announced, producing a bright orange wig and a painted-on smile from behind the couch cushion. Bill recoiled, "You can't be serious. I look like a reject from a Czech horror film!" "Trust me, you'll be the life of the party. I'll pose as the 'Arts and Crafts Coordinator' – all about the ‘visionary play-based learning experiences’." Molly flourished a paisley scarf and a pair of cat-eye glasses. "Who comes up with this stuff?" Bill asked, adjusting the wig, which promptly fell over his eyes. "Theimos Party Planning Inc. They're very...Enlightened. Now, once inside –" "Right, right, I get it. Binky the Clown creates a diversion near the gift table while you – Ah, what's the euphemism we're using for 'stealing all the presents'?" "'Reorganizing the celebratory gestures repository'?" Bill chuckled, "You should get a job writing corporate doublespeak. Okay, so while you're 'reorganizing', I'm making balloon animals and buying time?" "Exactly! With the parents too distracted by your artistic mastery of twisting balloons into mildly-recognizable shapes, we'll be in and out in 10." Bill snorted, "You really think I can hold a crowd with subpar balloon art?" Molly deadpanned, "It's not about the art, it's about the drama. Now, let's rehearse your clown character. Work on that manic energy – 'I'm Binky, and I'm HERE TO PARTY!'" Bill took a deep breath, donned the wig, and in a questionable Eastern European accent, bellowed, "I'M BINKY, AND I'M 'ERE TO PAH-TEE...or at least, not get caught by the parents!" Molly giggled, a plan finally coming together, "That's my Binky!"