"Are you sure about this, Bill?" Molly asked, her eyes wide. "It's a children's party. We're talking toddlers, balloon animals, and lukewarm juice boxes." Bill chuckled, adjusting the oversized clown nose he'd procured from a nearby shop. "Relax, Moll. It's gonna be easy. One, we're bringing the cake. Two, the parents will be too busy pretending to enjoy themselves to notice we're clearing out the present table." "You know," Molly said, eyeing the giant, inflatable bouncy castle looming in the backyard, "I think I could use a little bounce." Bill slapped his forehead. "Molly, for the love of all that is holy, we can't bounce for an hour before we snatch the gifts. The kids will wonder where the party clown went." "You think maybe... I could distract them with a magic trick or something?" "Just stick to the plan," he sighed, pulling a bright, red scarf from his pocket. "It's like I always say: 'If you want to be a thief, you gotta be stealthy-stealthy.'" He winked, pulling the scarf over his head. "Now, come on. Let's get to work."