Molly squinted through the binoculars at the bouncy castle. "Seventeen presents by the clown. Six more by the punch bowl." "This is insane," Bill muttered. "Those are premium gift bags, Bill. Little Timmy Thornton's parents are loaded." "We're robbing a seven-year-old's dinosaur party?" "Technically, we're robbing his guests. Big difference." Bill adjusted his velociraptor costume. "I hate everything about this." "You'll love your cut. Trust me, these suburban kids get iPads." "What if someone recognizes us?" "In these?" Molly gestured at her T-Rex outfit. "We're practically invisible." "My tail keeps hitting things." "Stop turning around then." Through the window, children shrieked with sugar-fueled joy. "Okay, remember the plan?" "I distract with my award-winning roar—" "It's not award-winning." "—while you stuff the presents into the birthday boy's wagon." "Exactly. Then we waddle out like we're part of the entertainment." "This is a new low, Molly." "Yesterday you tried stealing from a church bake sale." "Those brownies looked valuable!" "Just... follow my lead." They approached the backyard gate, tails dragging behind them. "One more thing," Bill whispered. "What if they have a real dinosaur entertainer?" "Then we improvise."