"You sure about this, Molly?" Bill whispered, eyes darting around the brightly decorated bungalow. "Absolutely," Molly hissed back, adjusting her oversized sunglasses. "Think of the loot! Little Timmy's gonna wake up to sad songs and empty wrapping paper." "But it's a *kid's* party. Like, screaming toddlers and snot-covered faces." "Exactly! The perfect cover. No one suspects the party poopers. Now, you distract the parents with your patented 'lost puppy' routine. I'll be in the playroom, vacuuming up those sweet, sweet presents." "Lost puppy? I haven't done that since Brenda's barmitzvah." "Well, dust off your puppy eyes, Bill. And for goodness sake, try not to cry for real this time. It blew our cover then too." "Fine, fine. But if a kid tries to hug me, I'm out." "You're on. Just make it quick. I don't want to be late for the bouncy castle raid." "Bouncy castle… Molly, are we stealing a bouncy castle now?" "Don't be ridiculous, Bill. That's for the bonus round. First, presents. Then, cake. We earned it."