"Alright, here's the plan. We go in, we grab the presents, and we're out," Bill said, pacing back and forth in front of the large inflatable bounce house. "Simple enough, but what's the signal to make our move?" Molly asked, adjusting her bright pink wig. "When the pinata gets smashed, we make a run for it. The kids will be too distracted by the candy to notice us," Bill replied, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Brilliant. And what's the get-away plan?" "We use the ball pit as cover. We'll swim through the plastic balls to the back fence, and then we're home free." Molly raised an eyebrow. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?" "I've been casing this joint for weeks. I know the bounce house schedule, the frequency of the cotton candy machine, and the exact location of every adult within a 50-foot radius." Molly chuckled. "You're a genius, Bill. I don't know how you came up with this plan." "Eh, it's all about thinking outside the box... or in this case, inside the bounce house." Molly snickered. "You're such a dad joke thief." "Hey, someone's got to keep our spirits up during these tough times."