MOLLY: You’re telling me the only guard is a clown named Bubbles? BILL: Ex-convict Bubbles. Did hard time for juggling contraband. MOLLY: So a professional. Perfect. When’s the cake? BILL: 3:15. When they start pin the tail, we strike. MOLLY: Pin the tail? That’s our window? BILL: Blindfolds, chaos, kids screaming—it’s cover. MOLLY: What about the piñata? That thing’s loaded. BILL: Distraction. I’ll whack it early, send candy flying. While they scramble, you grab the presents. MOLLY: And you? BILL: I’m on Bubbles duty. Gonna challenge him to a balloon animal duel. MOLLY: You know how to twist balloons? BILL: No. But I know how to cry and surrender. Buy you time. MOLLY: Genius. What if he doesn’t fall for it? BILL: Then I unleash my secret weapon. MOLLY: What? BILL: A whoopee cushion. I glued it to the birthday throne. MOLLY: The kid’s chair? BILL: When little Timmy sits—*pfffft*—instant panic. “Who broke wind?!” Total meltdown. MOLLY: You’re a monster. I love it. BILL: And when the parents gasp, we slip out back with the loot. MOLLY: And the cake? BILL: We take that too. Hostage leverage. MOLLY: Or dessert. BILL: Priorities, Molly. MOLLY: Fine. But I’m keeping the glitter unicorn. BILL: Only if I get the slime kit. MOLLY: Deal. Now, where’s your backup clown disguise? BILL: In the van. Next to the sad trombone. MOLLY: You brought a trombone? BILL: It’s for ambiance. And intimidation.