"Okay, so we're thinking the bouncy castle is the best entry point, right?" Bill said, eyeing the blueprints of the party venue. "Definitely," Molly agreed. "It's the furthest from the adult supervision. And who's going to question two fully-grown adults crawling out of a bouncy castle?" "Exactly. And once we're inside, it's a quick dash to the gift table." "Uh, isn't 'dash' a bit ambitious considering we'll be wearing fluffy animal onesies?" "Oh, right. I forgot about that part." "We should really reconsider the disguises. They're not exactly inconspicuous." "Come on, it's a kids' party. We'll blend right in. And it'll distract from the loot bags." "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm blaming you and your stupid animal onesies." "Deal. Now, what do you think the haul will be? A couple hundred bucks in kiddie cash?" "No way. These are rich kids. I'm thinking at least a thousand." "Nice. I could use a new TV." "Me too. Okay, so once we grab the loot, we just crawl back out the bouncy castle and hop the fence." "Sounds like a plan. Now let's get to work on our animal impressions." "Oink, oink?" Molly ventured. "No, that's a pig. We're supposed to be bunnies." "Oh, right. Um... Hoppity hoppity hop?" "You're terrible at this." "I know."