Molly crouched behind the rainbow bounce house, adjusting her fake mustache for the third time. Bill squeezed beside her, his oversized clown shoes squeaking against the grass. "This is ridiculous," she whispered, watching six-year-olds demolish a piñata with disturbing efficiency. "We're really doing this?" "Look at that loot pile," Bill hissed, pointing at the gift table groaning under wrapped packages. "That's easily three grand worth of toys and gadgets." "It's a children's birthday party, not Fort Knox." "Money's money, Molly. Besides, kids get too much stuff anyway. We're practically doing them a favor." A child in a superhero cape ran past their hiding spot, cape fluttering dramatically. Molly sighed and pulled out her fake credentials. "Remind me again why we're dressed as party entertainers?" "Because nobody questions clowns at a kid's party," Bill said, honking his red nose twice. "We blend right in." "You look like you crawled out of a horror movie." "That's just your opinion." The birthday boy's mother clapped her hands, gathering the sugar-crazed children. "Time for pin the tail on the donkey!" "Perfect," Bill whispered. "Everyone's distracted. You create a diversion with your balloon animals while I grab the presents." "I don't know how to make balloon animals." "Figure it out. How hard can it be?" Molly stood up, smoothing her polka-dot dress. "What if someone recognizes us from our wanted posters?" "Nobody looks at wanted posters anymore. It's all digital now." "That's not reassuring." Bill adjusted his rainbow wig. "Just remember, we're Giggles and Patches, professional party entertainers from Happy Times Entertainment." "Which one am I again?" "You're Patches. I'm Giggles." "You don't look like a Giggles." "Neither do you look like a Patches, but here we are." They watched as the mother blindfolded her son and spun him toward the donkey poster. The other children shrieked with laughter as he stumbled in completely the wrong direction. "Okay, showtime," Molly muttered, grabbing her bag of balloons. "If this goes sideways, I'm blaming you." "When has one of my plans ever gone sideways?" "Do you want the chronological list or alphabetical?" "Just go make some balloon animals." Molly strutted toward the children, forcing a massive grin. Behind her, Bill crept toward the gift table like a polka-dotted ninja. "Hello, children!" Molly called out in an unnaturally high voice. "Who wants to see Patches make amazing balloon creatures?" Twenty pairs of eyes turned toward her expectantly. A small girl with pigtails raised her hand. "Can you make a dragon?" Molly's smile faltered slightly. "Of course, sweetie. One dragon coming right up." She glanced back at Bill, who gave her a thumbs up before diving under the gift table. This was either going to be the easiest heist of their careers or their most spectacular disaster yet.