“You want to steal… piñatas, Bill?” Molly deadpanned, surveying the crayon-scribbled blueprints. “Presents, Molly, presents! The piñatas are just a smokescreen. Think of the haul! Bikes, iPads, that ghastly singing Elmo doll. A treasure trove!” Molly tapped a manicured nail on a sticky note. “And your genius plan involves us infiltrating a bouncy castle full of sugar-crazed six-year-olds? Remember what happened last time you were near a bouncy castle?” Bill winced. “I maintain that the structural integrity of ‘Princess Sparkle’s Palace of Fun’ was compromised *before* I attempted the triple backflip. Besides, we’ll be disguised.” “As what, clowns?” “Better! As ‘Sprinkles the Magnificent’ and ‘Captain Confetti’! Total immersion, Molly. While Sprinkles distracts the little terrors with balloon animals, Captain Confetti will be in and out of that present pile faster than you can say ‘happy birthday’.” Molly sighed. “And what about the parents? The ones with the watchful eyes and the uncanny ability to spot a rogue adult with a sack full of loot?” “That’s where the glitter bombs come in.”