Molly peered through the binoculars at the bouncy castle in the backyard. "Target acquired. Approximately thirty gift bags on the table." "Thirty?" Bill adjusted his clown wig. "That's a lot of crying kids." "Focus, Bill. We're professionals." "Professional present thieves. Mom would be so proud." He honked his red nose accidentally. "Sorry." "Stop playing with the nose! Now, when the magician starts his grand finale—" "The rabbit trick?" "Yes, the rabbit trick. That's our window. I'll create a diversion with the bubble machine while you grab the loot." Bill shifted uncomfortably in his oversized shoes. "What if someone recognizes us?" "Bill, we're dressed as clowns at a six-year-old's birthday party. We're invisible." "Right. Invisible clowns stealing presents. Nothing suspicious about that." He paused. "Wait, what kind of diversion?" "Soap bubble avalanche. I've modified the machine." Molly patted her polka-dot pocket proudly. "You weaponized a bubble machine?" "Technically, I enhanced it." A child's shriek pierced the air, followed by gleeful laughter. "Piñata time," Molly whispered. "They'll be distracted. Remember, in and out. No balloon animals." "But I've been practicing my giraffe—" "No. Balloon. Animals."