Molly tapped her chin, eyeing the blueprint of the McAllisters' backyard like it was a treasure map. "Okay, here's the plan. I'll be the magician's assistant." "And I'll be the clown?" Bill asked, stuffing his face with a doughnut. "No, you'll be the balloon artist. Your job is to keep the kiddies busy with balloon animals while I slip away to pocket the loot." Bill looked at her incredulously. "Balloon animals? You think I can do balloon animals?" "Sure, it's easy! You just twist the balloons into shapes. Squirrels, dogs...horses..." Molly trailed off, distracted by the sparkly tiara she was trying on. Bill sighed. "I can barely tie my shoes, Molly! How am I supposed to make a giraffe from a balloon?" Molly rolled her eyes. "Fine, we'll get those twisty stick things that come in the party favor bags. You'll make stick giraffes. Easy as pie." Bill groaned. "This is the most ridiculous plan we've ever concocted." Molly grinned. "True, but you have to admit—it’s our most creative yet."