Molly eyed the bouncy castle warily. "Ever seen a grown-up skip in sweatpants before, partner?" Bill rolled his eyes. "This ain’t a playground, Molly. Where's your sense of adventure?" "Right here," she replied, tapping her temple. "Along with the plan." "Speaking of plans," Bill whispered, "we need distractions. Them kiddos won’t miss a beat, but their parents will." "You've got a point. Alright, I'll board the time machine. Inflate this thing, pass out cotton candy guns, start a water balloon war. You distract the parents with fireworks and knock-knock jokes." "Cotton candy guns?" Bill snorted. "Classic—now if you add pirates to the mix, we're golden." "Pirates? Now that spikes up the fun factor. Keep 'em with the treasure hunt. 'Tis a pirate ship in disguise; your gig, Billie." "Aye, Cap'n Molly. We'll have 'em hunting booty while we plunder their loot." As the party set off, Molly adjusted her eye patch and grinned. "Ready to heist history, you seaworthy scoundrel?" "With you as my first mate, I'm never ready. Full speed ahead!"