Molly tapped her pen against Bill’s meticulously crafted blueprint of the bouncy castle. It was more detailed than any architectural plan she’d ever seen, complete with escape routes and air pressure calculations. Bill took his bouncy castles very seriously, a trait she both admired and found slightly unnerving. “Operation Teddy Grab” was go as soon as the birthday cake came out, creating the ideal distraction. Molly envisioned a chaotic scene: screaming children hopped up on sugar, frantic parents searching for lost juice boxes, and in the midst of it all, she and Bill would waltz out, arms laden with loot. A mischievous grin spread across her face; this was going to be fun. “Ready?” she whispered, tucking the blueprint into her back pocket. “Born ready,” Bill replied, adjusting his fake mustache.