Molly traced her finger across the chaotic lines she'd scrawled on the back of the 'Chuckle Burger' napkin. "Right, got it?" she said, tapping a messy spiral that vaguely resembled the plan they'd hatched. Bill, in response, pulled a rubber duck from his pocket and squeezed. It let out a mournful squeak that matched the doubt creeping across his face. Molly rolled her eyes. Trust Bill to focus on the important stuff - like how to make a rubber duck sound vaguely disappointed. The plan was fool-proof - they'd infiltrate the 'Pirate Paradise' party dressed as entertainers, pilfer the loot while everyone was distracted by their (admittedly terrible) juggling act, and escape through the bouncy castle. What could go wrong?