Molly and Bill sat hunched over their bottle of cheap vodka, poring over the newspaper ad. "Aiden's 10th Birthday Party - 50$ Bouncy Castle! Clowns! Presents Galore!" "I tell ya Bill, it's gonna be a heist," Molly said, tapping the paper. "Those rich kids' toys have gotta be worth a pretty penny on the black market." "Nowhere but we haven't thought to look, eh?" Bill longed spiraling a cigar in his gap-toothed grin. "Say 6pm on Saturday, which entrance d'ya figure best?" "I vote the bouncy castle, think the festivities most likely there." Molly sneered. "Kind me if whaddwe putties are on fire to stop 'em."