Molly squinted through the binoculars at the bouncy castle. "Twelve kids, two clowns, one piñata. This is our biggest score yet, Bill." "The birthday boy's turning seven," Bill muttered, adjusting his fake mustache. "Intel says he's getting a PlayStation 5." "Perfect. You remember the plan?" "I go in as Uncle Roberto, you're the balloon artist. We grab the gift table during cake time." "No, you idiot. You're the balloon artist. I'm Uncle Roberto." "Since when?" "Since you can't roll your R's. Roberto. Roberto. See?" Bill sighed. "Fine. But I can't make balloon animals." "Just make snakes. Everything's a snake if you're bad enough." "What if someone recognizes us from the Tooth Fairy job?" "Nobody saw us at the Tooth Fairy job." "Mrs. Henderson did." "Mrs. Henderson was sleeping!" "She opened one eye." "That doesn't count!" Molly lowered the binoculars. "Look, do you want that PS5 or not? Little Timmy's got twenty-three presents on that table. That's at least four Lego sets and probably cash from grandma." "It's just... stealing from kids, Molly." "They're seven. They'll forget by Tuesday. You in?" Bill straightened his costume. "Make mine a giraffe hat."