Molly pressed her binoculars against the windowpane, squinting at the backyard chaos. A small child was now attempting to eat a pinata. “Right, the target is a piñata full of presents, not children. That’s a hard line, Bill. A very hard line.” Bill, meticulously polishing a pair of oversized garden shears, scoffed. “Relax, my sweet. The only thing I’m interested in snatching is a wrapped box. Preferably one containing something with a high resale value. Or at least batteries.” “The plan is distraction,” Molly stated, lowering her binoculars. “I’ll create a diversion by challenging that child to a dance-off. While they’re all captivated by my terrible robot moves, you sneak in and liberate the presents.” Bill held up a finger. “One question. How are we getting them out? My pockets are only so big. Are we expecting a large, empty sack to just fall from the sky?” Molly sighed, a long-suffering sound. “That’s why you’re bringing the shears, you magnificent idiot. We’re taking the bouncy castle.”