Molly adjusted her fake moustache, wiggling it to ensure maximum absurdity. “Right, Bill, Operation: Present Plunder is a go.” Bill, perched precariously on a a stack of deflated balloons, nodded. “Just making sure I got the target right. A bouncy castle, a clown, and a whole lotta sugar-crazed rugrats.” “Precisely,” Molly said, consulting her blueprints – a crayon drawing of a house with a huge pile of boxes annotated “LOOT.” “We infiltrate during the piñata massacre. Chaos is our friend.” “Kids with sticks. Genius,” Bill mumbled, scratching his head. “But what about the security? I heard little Timmy has a Rotweiller named Sparkles.” “Sparkles is a poodle, Bill, and easily distracted by artisanal dog biscuits.” She pointed to a blurry photo of a pampered pooch. “Our biggest threat is Mrs. Higgins, the hostess. She has an eagle eye for a misplaced napkin, let alone two suspiciously well-dressed adults lurking near the gift table.” “Can’t we just go for the bank?” Bill whined, his voice muffled by the balloon. Molly shot him a withering look. “Where’s the challenge in that? Besides, think of the moral victory. Stealing from children is just so… delightfully wicked.”