Molly squinted through the binoculars at the bounce house. "Twenty kids, maybe thirty. All hopped up on cake." "That's a lot of witnesses," Bill said, adjusting his fake mustache nervously. "They're six years old. Who's gonna believe them?" Molly lowered the binoculars. "Besides, we need this score. Rent's due." "I still think robbing a birthday party is a new low." "Did you see the present table? That's easily two grand in LOL dolls and Lego sets alone." Bill sighed. "What's the plan?" "You go in as the clown. I already got you the costume." "I'm not being a clown again, Molly. Last time I got kicked in the shins seventeen times." "Fine. Then you're the pony." "The what?" Molly pointed to a sad-looking pony tied near the fence. "We swap you in. Nobody notices. When the piñata breaks, everyone rushes for candy. That's when I grab the presents." "How exactly do I impersonate a pony?" "I don't know, Bill. Eat some grass. Look horsey." She handed him a ski mask with ears sewn on. "Now stop whining and get into character."