The fairy lights twinkled mockingly, casting a sickly yellow glow on Molly's already sour expression. Beside her, Bill, a man whose perpetually rumpled appearance suggested he’d slept in his heist gear, peered through the gap in the curtains. The air thrummed with the distant cacophony of tiny human voices, a sound that usually sent Molly diving for earplugs. Tonight, it was the soundtrack to their glorious, if slightly questionable, payday. "So, the bouncy castle is the primary distraction," Molly whispered, her voice a low growl. "While little Timmy is defying gravity, we make our move." Bill adjusted his ill-fitting fedora. "Sounds like a plan, chief. Just gotta avoid the ninja turtles. Heard little Kevin’s got a real mean karate chop." "Focus, Bill. The haul is in the main room, near the cake. We need to be in and out before the sugar rush wears off and the inevitable tantrums begin. Remember the thermal restraints for the iPads?" “Got 'em right here,” Bill patted his bulging pockets. “Though I might be tempted to snag myself a slice of that rainbow monstrosity.” Molly shot him a withering look. "Don't even think about it."