"Are you sure this is the right house, Bill?" Molly whispered, squinting at the festive bunting. "Positive," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "I scoped it out last night. The presents are under a giant pirate ship bouncy castle." "Seriously? A bouncy castle? How are we supposed to stealthily grab presents from a bouncy castle?" "We’ll have to bounce, of course. It’s the only way to reach them without looking suspicious." "Stealth through bouncing. Got it. What’s the plan once we get in?" "First, we distract the kids. I’ve got a bag of rubber chickens. They never fail." "Rubber chickens? That’s your big distraction?" "Trust me, they’ll be too busy laughing to notice us filling our backpacks." "Fine. But what if the parents catch us?" "We tell them it’s for a very important study on childhood joy and gift distribution. It’s foolproof." "Bill, you’re a genius. Or a lunatic." "Sometimes the line is blurry, Mol. Now, let’s bounce."