Molly and Bill sat in a cramped, dingy van, parked across the street from "Bouncy World", a children's play center that was hosting a party for a gaggle of screaming six-year-olds. "Alright, here's the plan," Bill said, studying the blueprints of the building. "We go in, two o'clock, when the clown is doing his magic show. The kids will be distracted, and the adults will be too busy texting their exes to notice us." "And what's the code to get past the security cameras?" Molly asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "We won't need one," Bill replied, grinning mischievously. "We're going to dress up as a pair of piñatas and just walk in." Molly raised an eyebrow. "A piñata? Really? That's the best you've got?" "Hey, it's a solid plan," Bill protested. "We'll be the most unlikely thieves they've ever seen. No one expects a piñata to steal all the presents." Molly snorted. "Yeah, until one of the kids starts whacking us with a stick and we start spewing out candy." "Minor detail," Bill said, waving his hand. "We'll just fill the piñata suits with... uh... fluff or something." Molly shook her head. "You're going to get us caught, Bill. Or worse, killed by a sugared-up six-year-old." "Hey, I've got a great track record," Bill said, offended. "I've never been caught... okay, not recently, anyway." Molly sighed. "I have a better idea. Why don't we just sneak in through the back door? We can blend in with the catering staff and-" "Where's the fun in that?" Bill interrupted. "I didn't become a professional thief to 'blend in with the catering staff'. I'm a master of disguise, a ghost in the night, a-" "A piñata," Molly finished dryly. Bill shot her a look. "Hey, don't knock it till we try it. Now, let's get into character. We need to find our inner piñata." Molly reluctantly began to put on the ridiculous piñata costume, which was a garish combination of pink, blue, and yellow stripes. "I'm a walking, talking abomination," she muttered, glaring at Bill. "You're a work of art, Molly," Bill said, admiring their handiwork. "We're going to pull off the heist of the century, and we're going to do it in style." As they finished getting dressed, the sound of "Happy Birthday" drifted out of the Bouncy World, accompanied by a chorus of shrieking children. Molly took a deep breath, and the two of them stepped out of the van, into the bright sunlight, and towards their ridiculous, doomed destiny. "Let's do this," Molly said, with a resigned tone. "Yeah!" Bill exclaimed, bouncing up and down in his piñata suit. "Let's get this party started!"