Molly tapped her pen against the stack of brightly colored party invitations. "Alright, Bill, here's the plan. The birthday girl, a terrifying six-year-old named Penelope, apparently requested a petting zoo." Bill choked on his coffee. "A petting zoo? Are we stealing a goat now?" "No, you dolt. We're using the goat. As a distraction." Molly jabbed the pen towards him. "Me? Distract a goat? I'm not sure I have the right qualifications for this, Molly." "Not you, you walnut! The guests. While everyone's distracted by miniature horses and whatever else they drag in here, we make our move. In and out, twenty minutes tops. Easy peasy." Bill eyed her skeptically. "And just how many bouncy castles do you anticipate at this shindig? Because navigating those things is like trekking through an inflatable jungle gym." "Two. One shaped like a princess castle, the other a giant firetruck. I checked the permits." "Of course you did." Bill ran a hand through his already messy hair. "Alright, so we've got pygmy goats, inflatable deathtraps, and a sugar-crazed audience. Anything else I should know?” “You forgot about the piñata." "Oh, for crying out loud! Please don't tell me it's shaped like a…" "A giant teddy bear? Yup. Filled with what I can only assume is their weight in candy." "Well, at least there's an upside." Bill grinned, revealing a missing canine. "Think we can swing a cut of that loot for ourselves?" Molly raised an eyebrow. “We are stealing from children, Bill.” “So? More for us!” “We’re stealing the presents to donate to the orphanage, remember?” Bill’s face fell. “Right. The orphanage. Generosity. Totally forgot.” He mumbled the last bit, reaching for the blueprints of the party venue. “Alright, Miss Mastermind, lay it on me. What’s the angle?” Molly, a mischievous glint in her eye, unrolled the plans. "Here's where it gets interesting…"