"A bouncy castle, Bill. A bouncy castle!" Molly whisper-shouted, waving her phone in his face. Bill rubbed his eyes. "At four in the morning, it better be a life-changing bouncy castle." "Five thousand dollars worth of presents, Bill! Five thousand! This kid, Max, his parents are loaded." Bill grabbed the phone, squinting at a picture of a grinning child surrounded by mountains of wrapped gifts. "They spend five grand on a four-year-old? What's he getting, a pony?" "Who cares? We hit it at naptime, grab and dash." Bill grimaced. "You realize I'll have to wear a clown suit again, right?" Molly grinned, "What, scared of looking silly?" "I'm a thief with dignity, Molly. Clowns don't do dignity." "Fine, you distract with balloon animals. I'll be the one stuffing my pockets with pony-shaped loot."