"Check the perimeter," Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized floppy ears. "Is the bounce house secure?" Bill tripped over his oversized clown shoes, squeaking loudly. "Negative. It’s guarded by a pack of toddlers covered in frosting." "Use the juice boxes for a distraction," she commanded, checking her map. "We need to hit the gift table before the magician starts." "Why are we dressed like this again?" Bill asked, struggling with his polka-dotted bowtie. "I feel ridiculous." "Undercover is about commitment, Bill. Do you want the LEGO Death Star or not?" "I want the remote control drone," he muttered, eyeing the pile of brightly wrapped boxes near the klieg lights. "But the clown nose is itching." "Deal with it," Molly snapped. "Once the cake comes out, that’s our window. You grab the bags, I’ll provide cover with the bubble wand." "Is the getaway tricycle ready?" Bill asked, checking his watch. "Tuned and polished," she replied. "Don't forget the gift receipts." "Why do we need those?" "For the returns, you amateur. Now, lead the way." "Fine," Bill sighed, squeaking toward the patio. "But I'm keeping the balloon animal." "Focus, Bill. It's go time."