Molly crouched behind the inflatable bounce house, watching through the window as tiny pirates and princesses devoured cake inside the house. "This feels wrong," Bill whispered, adjusting his fake mustache. "They're just kids." "Those kids have better toys than most adults," Molly hissed back. "Did you see that remote-control helicopter?" "It's probably worth twenty bucks." "Twenty bucks is twenty bucks! Besides, look at this neighborhood. These parents won't even notice." Bill peered over the colorful castle. A clown was making balloon animals while parents sipped wine and ignored their sugar-fueled offspring. "What's the plan again?" "We wait for musical chairs. Total chaos. Then you create a distraction while I grab the gift table." "What kind of distraction?" "I don't know, trip over something. You're naturally clumsy." "Thanks for the confidence boost." A piercing shriek erupted from inside as someone won pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. "That's our cue," Molly said, pulling on rubber gloves. "Remember, we're just enthusiastic relatives who arrived late." "This is definitely going on my worst ideas list." "Right after the hamster racing incident."