Molly adjusted the oversized, polka-dotted bow tie around her neck with a grimace. "Ready?" Bill mumbled through a mouthful of rainbow sprinkles, carefully peeling a 'Happy Birthday Princess' sticker off his forehead. They were crammed inside a vibrantly-colored bouncy castle, giggling children bouncing enthusiastically just beyond the plastic walls. Molly felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple and hoped her clown makeup wasn't running. She'd insisted on a more subtle approach – glitter and face paint – while Bill had gone full Bozo. The plan was simple: blend in, stuff the presents into oversized clown pants, bounce their way to freedom. At least, that's what they'd scribbled on the back of a napkin at the planning stage. "Almost," she muttered, pushing aside a plastic ball pit ball that smelled distinctly of drool. Showtime.