“Alright, Bill, spill it. How are we getting into this juvenile jingle-jang?" Molly peered over his shoulder at the elaborate blueprint he'd sketched on a napkin. “Easy, Peasy, Present Squeezy, Molly. We infiltrate as entertainers. I, a surprisingly agile clown." Bill puffed out his chest. Molly snorted. "You, a clown? You’re afraid of confetti. And what's my role in this grand delusion?" "You, my dear Molly, will be the… wait for it… the Magical Assistant! You distract the sugared-up sycophants while I scoop the loot." "Ah, the classic 'magician's assistant steals while the magician makes a fool of himself' routine. I like it. But what about surveillance? And security?" "Surveillance is minimal. An overly enthusiastic party planner, perhaps a teenager with a walkie-talkie. Security? A bouncy castle and a disgruntled college student in a superhero costume. We're practically breaking into a pillow fort." Molly grinned, a glint in her eye. "A pillow fort full of brand-new toys. Bill, you're a genius. Or insane. Possibly both." "Only time, and a successful heist, will tell, Molly. Now, about these juggling balls..."