Molly crouched behind the bush, binoculars trained on the rainbow-colored bounce house. Bill slid beside her, unfolding a crude crayon drawing of the backyard. "Sixteen presents in the gazebo," Molly whispered. "Pink table. Unattended." Bill scratched his stubble. "Guards?" "One clown, three moms, and a photographer." "The clown worries me." Molly lowered her binoculars. "He's making balloon animals. Hardly Ocean's Eleven." "Remember the magician last time? My eyebrows still haven't grown back." "That was different. This is just a five-year-old's birthday." Bill pointed to a spot on his drawing. "We enter through the side gate during the cake cutting. Maximum distraction." "Then we stuff the presents into these princess backpacks," Molly added, patting her disguise. "Isn't this... morally questionable?" "Says the man who robbed a nun." "She wasn't a real nun!" Molly rolled her eyes. "Look, we grab, we go. Twenty seconds max." "What about the pinata?" "Leave it." "But it's shaped like Spider-Man." "Focus, Bill." He sighed, zipping up his stolen Chuck E. Cheese employee vest. "Let's ruin some childhood memories."