“You brought the crowbar, right?” Molly whispered, eyeing the bouncing castle outside the window. Bill wiggled his backpack. “Crowbar, check. Balloon pump, check. Glitter bombs– don’t ask. You?” Molly clutched a sparkly pink tiara. “Disguise, naturally. Tell me again why we’re stealing from kids?” “It’s not from the kids. It’s from their parents’ wallets.” Bill grinned. “Also, I hate clowns. Avenge me if I don’t make it.” “A blazer and a red nose aren’t foolproof, Bill.” “Hence the balloon pump. No one suspects the entertainment.” “All right,” Molly said, peeking through the shrubbery, “the cake just came out. Five minutes ‘til the piñata.” “Perfect. Presents are stacked by the bounce house.” “Next to the mom army,” Molly warned. “I have a plan. We pretend you lost your dog. I cause a ruckus, grab the presents, meet you by the ice cream truck.” “My dog’s allergic to cupcakes. No one will believe me.” “Fine, your dog’s a sugar fiend. That’s why you’re desperate.” “Do we actually take a dog?” “What kind of criminal brings a dog to a heist?” “The soft-hearted kind.” Molly grinned. “Let’s go steal a pony, too, while we’re at it.” “After you, princess.”