"Right, so I checked out the venue," Molly said, pushing a napkin across the table with a manicured finger. Bill snatched it up, squinting at the crude drawing. "It's a bouncy castle place, yeah? Standard layout. Party's at two. Parents'll be sugared-up zombies by four. That's our window." Bill scratched his stubble. "And the loot? We talking off-brand action figures or the good stuff?" Molly grinned, a glint in her eye. "Top-of-the-line gaming console. Kid's turning ten. Divorced parents in a gift-giving war." Bill whistled. "Nice intel. Okay, we'll need a distraction. Something to draw those rugrats away from the prize." He snapped his fingers. "A giant, inflatable..." "Don't say it." "Unicorn?" Molly groaned. "You're unbelievable."