Molly adjusted her fake mustache and peered through the hedges at the bouncy castle. Colorful balloons bobbed in the afternoon breeze while children shrieked with birthday joy. "This feels wrong," Bill whispered, tugging at his clown costume. "We're literally stealing candy from babies." "They're seven-year-olds, not babies. And technically we're after the presents, not candy." "That makes it worse!" Molly rolled her eyes. "Look, Tommy Henderson's parents bought him a drone worth three grand. That's our rent money bouncing around in there." "But what if they cry?" "Kids cry about everything. Remember when you cried because your ice cream fell?" "I was twenty-eight and it was mint chocolate chip!" A mother approached the gift table, rearranging the mountain of wrapped boxes. Molly's eyes gleamed as she spotted the large package with a picture of the drone. "There's our target. You create a distraction with your balloon animals while I grab the goods." "My balloon animals are terrible. I can only make snakes." "Perfect. Tell them it's educational. Now move!"