“Are you sure this is a good idea, Bill?” Molly asked, peering through the cracked window of the brightly-decorated house. The cacophony of shrieking children and a blaring rendition of “Happy Birthday” echoed from within. “Relax, Moll,” Bill scoffed, fiddling with a lock pick. “They’re all too busy stuffing their faces with cake to notice us.” He gave the door a satisfying click and they slipped inside, their eyes adjusting to the garish, balloon-filled interior. “They’re actually having a bounce house,” Molly whispered, wide-eyed. “Perfect,” Bill grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Double the fun, double the presents.” He winked. “Who needs a birthday cake when you’ve got a bouncy castle filled with loot?”