“Okay, the bouncy castle deflates at five.” “That’s our window?” Bill asked, lowering his binoculars. “That’s our window. The parents will be too distracted by the synchronized sugar-crash tantrums. Perfect cover.” “Absolute genius, Molly.” “I know. You go for the side door. I’ll create a diversion with Balthazar the Magnificent.” “Is that the clown?” “He's a magician, Bill. He has a rabbit. Please try to keep up.” “Right. Magician. So, once I'm inside, head straight for the present pile?” “Straight for the pile. Grab anything wrapped in paper with cartoon animals on it. Do not look inside.” “What if I find some really good LEGOs?” Molly sighed, a long, suffering sound. “What?” “The big Star Wars sets. It’d be a real shame to fence a mint-in-box Millennium Falcon.” “You are not keeping a Millennium Falcon for your cat.” “Timmy has very discerning taste!” “Just get the loot. All of it. And for god's sake, if you actually see a pony, leave it.” His eyes widened. “They have a pony? We're robbing a king?” “Get in the house, Bill.”