"What's the play here, Bill?" Molly held the binoculars to her eyes, focused on the inflatable castle in the backyard. It was a rainbow-colored monstrosity, emblazoned with a garish banner that read "Happy 6th Birthday, Olivia!" A cluster of sugar-high kids were bouncing around inside, squealing in delight. "We go in through the doggy door," Bill said, scratching his stubble. "The doggy door?" "Yeah, it's the only way in without being seen. Unless you want to wade through a sea of juice boxes and half-eaten Goldfish crackers." Molly winced. "No, I do not. Okay, doggy door it is. Then what?" "Then we slip on our costumes, make a beeline for the presents, and get to work." "What do you mean 'costumes'?" "Didn't I tell you? We're going as... wait for it... children's party entertainers!" Molly's face scrunched up. "You can't be serious." "Dead serious. We get there, put on the outfits, and voila! Instant access to the loot. We just have to make sure we're convincing." Molly shook her head. "I don't know, Bill. I'm a little old to be playing Pin the Tail on the Donkey." "Ah, come on. You'll be great. Just think back to when you were a kid. Remember the birthday parties? The cake? The games? The screaming?" "I hated birthday parties when I was a kid," Molly said. "Well, that's why you're perfect for the job. You'll bring a certain authenticity to the role." "I don't think that's going to cut it, Bill. What about the face paint? I'm not exactly a natural clown." "Leave that to me. I've got it all taken care of. You'll be the prettiest rainbow-faced birthday girl this side of the Mississippi." "I don't know..." "Hey, you're getting cold feet on me?" "No, I'm just thinking... maybe it's not such a great idea to steal from kids." Bill snorted. "Don't get all sentimental on me now. This is just business. These kids are used to getting everything they want, when they want it. They won't even notice the presents are gone." Molly looked back through the binoculars. The bouncing was getting more intense, the squealing more