"You sure this is the right place, Bill?" Molly whispered, peering through the gaudy balloon arch. Bill shoved a fistful of gummy worms into his mouth. "Relax, Molls. See those mountains of brightly wrapped loot? Definite birthday party." A chorus of off-key "Happy Birthday" drifted from the bouncy castle. Bill winced. "Alright, plan B. We cause a distraction." Molly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "And that would be...?" Bill grinned, holding up a remote control. "Remember that remote control fart machine you 'borrowed' from your nephew?" Molly grimaced. "Bill, you can't possibly think--" "Too late!" With a manic glint in his eye, Bill slammed his thumb onto the button. The air filled with a cacophony of synthesized flatulence. "You are unbelievable," Molly groaned, but she couldn't help but grin. The heist was on.