Molly peered through the binoculars at the bouncy castle in the backyard. "Target acquired. I count twenty-seven presents on the gift table." "Twenty-seven?" Bill squinted through his own pair. "I see twenty-eight. There's a tiny one behind the piñata." "That's a juice box, Bill." "Could be a gift card inside." Molly lowered her binoculars and sighed. "When I said we needed to think outside the box for our next score, this wasn't what I meant." "You said hit soft targets. What's softer than a bunch of six-year-olds?" Bill pulled out his tablet, showing a crude diagram. "Look, I've mapped out the entire operation. We go in disguised as clowns—" "Absolutely not." "—create a distraction with balloon animals, then make our move during pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey." "Bill, it's a kid's birthday party." "Exactly! Their security is terrible. Look, the mom just left the side gate wide open." "That's for guests." "We could be guests. Very late guests. With face paint." Molly watched a child face-plant into the cake. "You know what? Fine. But I'm not wearing the red nose." "Deal. I'll take the red nose. You get the oversized shoes."