The candy-coloured balloons outside the community hall mocked Molly. "Classic rookie mistake," she muttered, gesturing to the bouncy castle wobbling in the breeze. "Leaving the good stuff out in the open." Billionaire Bob's Bonsai Bash. A children's party. Ridiculous target, massive payoff. That's what Bill had promised when he dragged her in. She'd been hesitant, but Bill, a grin stretched across his face, was already rummaging through his toolkit. "Relax, Moll. We'll be in and out before they can say 'pass the jelly'." "As long as you don't start juggling rubber chickens with those tiny humans, we might just manage it." "No promises," Bill chuckled, pulling out a grappling hook. "Besides, who doesn't love a rubber chicken?" Molly sighed. "This is going to be a disaster." Bill winked. "The best kind." He looked up at the shimmering, bouncy castle. “First things first, let's blow this popsicle stand."