Molly crouched behind the inflatable unicorn, squinting at the bustling birthday party across the yard. “Okay, Bill, what’s the plan?" Bill, adjusting his ski mask, pointed at the colorful balloons that floated dangerously high. “Step one: We distract the kids. Step two: We make off with the loot.” “Like how?” She raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the gaggle of sugar-fueled seven-year-olds. “You think a magic trick will do it?” “Why not?” He grinned. “I’ll pull a rabbit out of this hat!” He fished a battered top hat from his backpack, not realizing it still had a balled-up receipt inside. Molly rolled her eyes. “A rabbit? How’s that going to help? That’s more likely to get us tackled by chubby toddlers.” “Fine, fine,” Bill chuckled. “What if I trip over a string of balloons? That’ll cause chaos!” “Sure, until all those kids start crying, and we get mobbed,” she said, folding her arms. “Look, can’t we just wait for someone to forget the gifts? You know how kids are—you leave a cupcake unattended, and poof! It’s gone.” Bill sighed. “You keep thinking smart. I’ll stick with my balloon disaster plan.” Molly shook her head, grinning despite herself. “You’re going to be famous, Bill. Infamous, at least.”