Molly adjusted her fake mustache and whispered, "The guards change shifts at three o'clock." "Perfect timing," Bill replied, checking his watch. "I'll go through the bounce house." "The bounce house? We discussed the air vents, Bill. The vents." "Bouncy castles are basically air vents, Molly. It's genius." "It's insane. You're six-foot-two. You'll get stuck." Bill snapped his fingers. "Then I'll cause a distraction. Start the piñata early." "We don't want them opening presents early, you idiot. That defeats the entire purpose." "Right, right. What if I dress as a clown?" "Absolutely not. Last time you did that, security called the actual police." "That was one time, and it wasn't my fault the balloons looked like weapons." Molly sighed deeply. "We're stealing birthday presents from five-year-olds, Bill. This should be simple." "It will be simple. I go in as a parent, blend in, grab the gifts." "And leave through?" "The main door while everyone's distracted by cake." Molly nodded slowly. "You know what? That might actually work." Bill grinned. "See? We make a great team." "We're criminals targeting toddlers, Bill. That's not a flex."