Molly peered through the binoculars, watching the party through the window. Streamers and balloons hung from every surface. The unmistakable yellow of a bounce house jiggled as tiny feet pogoed inside. "Quite the spread," Bill said, examining the gift table laden with big boxes and sparkly bows. "Yep. Gonna be rich," Molly sighed dreamily. Then alarm bells went off in her head. "Wait. Where are the parents? They can't all be in there, right?" Bill squinted, then leaned in closer. "Nope. All kids. Walkie-talkie said they sweet-talked the grown-ups outside with lemonade and cookies." "So it's just us and a castle full of loot?" A wicked grin crept across her face. Bill nodded. "And we're more than up to the task." He flashed a toothy smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Operation Jackpot is a go!"