"You know, Bill, I never thought we'd stoop this low," Molly whispered, peering through binoculars at the bouncy castle inflating in the backyard. Bill shrugged. "Kids get too much stuff these days anyway. Character building, if you ask me." "Character building? We're stealing Paw Patrol toys and LEGO sets!" "Exactly. Overpriced plastic junk. Think of ourselves as anti-consumerist warriors." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Pretty sure that's not how the police will see it." "Look, the plan is foolproof," Bill insisted, unfolding a crude crayon drawing. "You distract the clown, I neutralize the pony. We rendezvous by the gift table." "Neutralize the pony? It's not a security guard, Bill." "Have you ever been kicked by one? Vicious creatures." Molly sighed. "And your disguise is...?" "Birthday boy's uncle from Cincinnati." "There is no uncle from Cincinnati." "Exactly! Perfect cover." "God, we're going to prison." "Relax! What kind of six-year-old identifies suspects in a lineup?" "The kind whose Bluey plush just got stolen by two grown adults." "Fair point," Bill conceded. "Maybe we should hit the retirement home instead."