Molly crouched behind the inflatable bouncy castle, watching six-year-olds demolish a piñata with disturbing enthusiasm. "This is our target?" Bill whispered, adjusting his fake mustache that kept sliding down his sweaty face. "Look at that present table, Bill. Pure gold mine." "It's a bunch of kids' toys, Molly." "Wrong. See that fancy wrapping paper? Rich parents means expensive gifts." She pointed at a towering pile of colorful boxes. "Video games, tablets, designer clothes." Bill squinted through his cheap sunglasses. "What if we get caught stealing from children?" "We won't get caught. I've got it all figured out." A balloon animal artist wandered past their hiding spot, twisting a poodle that looked more like abstract art. "So what's the plan?" Bill asked. "Simple. You cause a distraction with the clown, I grab the goods." "What distraction?" Molly grinned wickedly. "Tell him his red nose makes him look fat." Bill's mustache finally gave up and fell into the hedge. "This is definitely going to end badly." "That's what makes it fun." The birthday boy screamed as cake flew everywhere.