Molly hunched over the blueprint, her finger tracing the dotted line to the bouncy castle entrance. Beside her, Bill nervously twisted his ski mask. "I don't know about this job," Bill whispered, glancing around the van. "Stealing from kids seems... low." "Low?" Molly rolled her eyes. "These are Westbrook children. Their presents are insured for more than your car." Rain pattered against the windshield as they watched clowns unload equipment across the street. The gaudy mansion loomed behind, balloons swaying from the wrought-iron fence. "When the magician releases doves, that's our cue," Molly said, checking her watch. "Fifteen seconds to cross the lawn, then through the service entrance." Bill fidgeted with the walkie-talkie. "What if a kid sees us?" "That's why we're dressed as entertainment staff, genius. Hand me that gift bag." Thunder cracked overhead as Molly stuffed lock-picking tools into a glittery pink bag. "Ready to make some bratty rich kids cry?" she grinned, applying a final touch of clown makeup. Bill sighed, donning his rainbow wig. "Let's just grab the goods and go."