Molly adjusted her glittery party hat and leaned against the bakery’s display case, eyeing the balloon arch across the street. "Alright, Bill, we’ve got a problem. The kid’s birthday party is in a *bouncy castle*." Bill wiped frosting off his chin. "So? We bounce in, grab the loot, bounce out. Classic." "Classic *disaster*. You ever tried stealing a Lego set while wearing a tutu? Because I have, and it’s a nightmare. Also, the castle’s got a *weight limit*." Bill scoffed. "Since when do you care about rules? We’re thieves, not accountants." "Since the last time we ‘borrowed’ a trampoline and ended up in the ER. Remember? *‘Sir, your spine is not a spring.’*" Molly mimicked the doctor’s voice. "Besides, the presents are under a *piñata*. A *guarded* piñata. Some kid in a superhero cape keeps eyeing it like it’s the Ark of the Covenant." Bill cracked his knuckles. "Easy. We distract the munchkins. You go in as the *party clown*—" "*Absolutely not.*" "—while I create a diversion. Fake a choking hazard. Start a food fight. Classic misdirection." Molly groaned. "Last time you ‘created a diversion,’ you set a piñata on fire." "That was *one time*!" Bill threw his hands up. "Look, worst case, we grab the presents and *become* the piñata. Swing in, swing out. Problem solved." Molly stared at him. "You’re suggesting we *become the piñata*." Bill grinned. "Genius, right?" She sighed. "I hate my life."