Molly drummed her fingers on the coffee shop table, staring at the pink party invitation she'd swiped from the mailbox. "A bouncy castle, Bill. Can you believe they're getting a bouncy castle?" Bill slurped his latte, leaving a foam mustache above his lip. "Perfect cover. All that chaos, nobody's gonna notice us slipping inside." The barista walked past, and they hunched closer together over their drinks. Molly traced the glittery unicorn on the invitation. "Little Sophie Martinez is turning six, and she's getting more presents than we could grab in a month of convenience store jobs." "Rich kids," Bill muttered, wiping his mouth. "Did you see the address? Gated community." "That's why we need the clown costumes. Nobody questions clowns at a kid's party." "I'm not wearing the red nose." Molly kicked him under the table. "You'll wear the nose, the floppy shoes, and you'll make balloon animals if you have to. This is our ticket to early retirement." "Fine," Bill sighed. "But I draw the line at face paint. That stuff gives me hives."