Molly squinted through the binoculars at the bouncy castle in the backyard. "Fifteen kids, max. We go in during cake time." "You're seriously doing this?" Bill adjusted his clown wig nervously. "Those are premium toys in there, Bill. I saw a drone. Limited edition LEGO sets. Some kid's getting a PlayStation." "It's a seven-year-old's birthday party." "And that seven-year-old has rich parents who buy duplicate presents." Molly lowered the binoculars. "Look, we agreed. No more banks after your sneeze triggered the alarm." "That was allergies!" "You meowed." "I panicked!" Bill's red nose honked as he touched it accidentally. "Fine. What's the plan?" "You're entertainment. Do your balloon animals. I'll scout present locations." She pulled out a map drawn in crayon. "Kitchen has three exits. We load gifts into the piñata supply van." "What if someone recognizes us?" "From what? The museum job where you wore a dinosaur costume?" "That was tactical camouflage!" "Bill, you made raptor noises." He sighed, checking his oversized shoes. "When do we strike?" "Twenty minutes. Remember - no meowing." "One time! That happened one time!" The birthday boy's laughter echoed across the yard as Molly smiled. "Showtime."