Molly adjusted the fake handlebar moustache glued precariously above her lip. “You sure about this, Bill? Lifting presents from a bunch of six-year-olds seems…low, even for us.” Bill scoffed. “Low? They'll get more toys from their wealthy parents anyway! This is just redistribution of wealth, Robin Hood style. With less tights and more opportunity for candy.” “Right, because raiding a bouncy castle for loot is exactly the same as taking from the rich.” “Details, details. Besides, think of the chaos. Illogical fear, illogical fear! Imagine their tiny faces when they see a giant panda pilfering their plastic treasures.” “You’re going as a panda again? Seriously? Bill grinned, adjusting the fuzzy ears atop his head. “Worked for the pie shop heist, didn't it?” Molly sighed, pulling a balloon animal sword from her pocket. “Fine. But you’re carrying all the loot. Those things are heavy, and my dress has no pockets.” Bill saluted, already halfway out the door. "Lead the way, Captain Cuddles." Molly rolled her eyes, following him. "Don't even joke about that."