Molly drummed her fingers against the steering wheel, staring at the bounce house swaying in the autumn breeze. "You sure about this, Bill? Stealing from kids seems pretty low." Bill adjusted his clown nose in the passenger mirror. "These aren't just any kids. They're Silicon Valley brats. That pile of presents probably has more iPads than a Best Buy." "Still feels wrong." Molly watched another SUV pull up, a parent struggling with a giant wrapped box. "Remember when we hit that yacht? This is way easier. I distract them with my balloon animals, you slip into the house, grab the goods. Twenty minutes tops." Molly sighed, pulling her black beanie lower. "What if there's a guard dog?" "At a seven-year-old's birthday party?" "Rich people are weird. They probably have a pedigree poodle with attack training." Bill snorted, attaching his rainbow wig. "The only thing we need to worry about is sugar-rushed kids trying to grab my fake nose. You ready?" "Fine. But if there's a poodle, I'm leaving you behind." "Deal. Now help me with these oversized shoes."