Molly peered through the binoculars at the bouncy castle in the backyard. "Twelve kids, two clowns, one piñata. Security looks tight." "Security? They're five-year-olds," Bill muttered, adjusting his ski mask. "That one's got a water gun." "So we're really doing this? Stealing from children?" "Those aren't just any presents, Bill. That's the Henderson kid's party. Her dad owns three dealerships. I saw a bike-shaped box go in there." Bill sighed. "Fine. What's the plan?" "You create a distraction. I'll grab the loot." "What kind of distraction?" "I don't know. Juggle something." "I can't juggle!" "Then learn! We've got five minutes until cake time. That's our window." They crept toward the fence. A balloon popped. Bill froze. "Was that you?" Molly hissed. "No! Maybe. I don't know!" "Bill, there's a clown looking right at us." "Act natural." "We're wearing ski masks!" "Then act... unnatural?" The clown started walking over. Molly grabbed Bill's shoulder. "Abort! Abort!" "Wait, is that Chuck? From the crew?" The clown waved. "Hey guys! They hired me! Want some cake?" They looked at each other, then shrugged.