Molly peered through the hedge at the bouncy castle in the Hendersons' backyard. Rainbow balloons tied to every available surface bobbed in the breeze while sugar-fueled children shrieked with delight. "This is it, Bill. The big score." "You mean the Fisher-Price score." Bill adjusted his ski mask, which he'd insisted on wearing despite the ninety-degree weather. "I still can't believe we're doing this." "Listen, those rich kids get everything. You see that pile of presents? That's pure profit right there." Bill squinted at the gift table, which groaned under the weight of wrapped boxes. "What if we get caught? I can't go back to jail. They'll put me in with the guy who stole from the Girl Scouts." "We won't get caught if you stick to the plan. You create a distraction while I grab the goods." "What kind of distraction?" Molly handed him a bag of rubber snakes. "Toss these into the bouncy castle. Kids'll go nuts. Parents'll panic. We'll have a three-minute window, tops." "Three minutes? To steal presents from six-year-olds?" "Seven-year-olds, actually. Little Madison Henderson is turning seven today." Molly pulled out a wrinkled invitation. "See? It says right here. Jungle safari theme." "How'd you even get that?" "Found it at the grocery store. Some mom dropped it. Point is, we're prepared. You got the getaway vehicle ready?" Bill gestured toward the street. "The ice cream truck's parked around the corner." "You stole an ice cream truck?" "Borrowed. From my cousin Sal. He doesn't know yet." "Bill, that's terrible. The music's gonna give us away!" "I disconnected the speakers. We're good." A clown emerged from the house carrying a massive cake. Molly ducked lower behind the hedge, dragging Bill down with her. "Okay, new problem. They hired Chuckles." "So?" "So, I dated him. Three months. Ended badly." "The clown? You dated the clown?" "His name is Roger. He's actually a dental hygienist. Clowning's just weekends." "This keeps getting worse." "Focus, Bill. We need those presents. You see that big one with the silver bow? That's gotta be the deluxe art set. Retails for eighty bucks." "We're really gonna steal art supplies from children?" "It's redistribution of wealth. These kids already have everything. We've got nothing." "We've got our dignity." "Can't pay rent with dignity." "Can't pay rent with crayons either!" The birthday girl ran past their hiding spot, tiara askew and chocolate smeared across her dress. "Alright," Bill sighed. "But if we get caught, I'm telling everyone you planned this whole thing." "Deal. Now remember, snakes in the bouncy castle. I grab presents. We meet at the truck in four minutes." "I thought you said three?" "Added a buffer for your slow running." "That's hurtful but accurate." Molly checked her watch and gave Bill a thumbs up. "Let's go ruin a birthday party."