Molly adjusted her cat-eye mask in the rearview mirror. "Alright, Bill, what's the play? We sneak in with the bouncy castle guys?" Bill rubbed his hands together, a maniacal glint in his eye. "Nah, I was thinking we pose as the entertainment. You know, balloon animals and face paint." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You can do balloon animals?" "No, but how hard can it be, right? It's not like we're actually going to get asked to make any." Molly sighed. "And what about the face paint? I'm not exactly Picasso." "Just smear some blue on their faces and tell them it's a Smurf. Kids love Smurfs." Molly chuckled. "You're a genius, Bill. But what's the real plan once we're inside?" "We grab the presents, toss them in the piñata, and make a break for it during the kid-induced chaos of the piñata smashing." Molly grinned. "I love it. And the best part is, the kids will just think it's all part of the party." Bill chuckled. "I know, right? We're like the anti-Santy Clauses. Instead of bringing gifts, we're taking them away."