Molly adjusted her fake mustache, a dubious accessory for a heist. “So, the plan hinges on… balloons?” Bill, ever the pragmatist, nodded. “Precisely. Distraction. The children will be delirious. Anarchy, Molly.” “And you think Mrs. Higgins, the notorious cake-guard, won’t notice us sneaking past with a sack full of remote-controlled cars?” “Mrs. Higgins will be busy refereeing a fight over the last slice of rainbow cake. She’s predictable, Molly. Always goes for the rainbow.” “What about the clown? I heard this one’s a mime. Those are shifty.” “We’ll offer him a noisemaker. No mime can resist a noisemaker. It violates their very code.” Bill winked. “It’s brilliant, isn’t it?” “It’s either brilliant or we’re going to jail for traumatizing 8-year-olds and stealing their new Paw Patrol action figures.” “Details, details. The key is the escape route. Through the bouncy castle.” Molly sighed, adjusting her mustache again. “Of course it is. Because nothing says stealth like two adults flailing through a inflatable fortress.” “It’s unorthodox. That’s why it’s brilliant.” Bill grinned. “And we get to keep the bubble machine.”