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 with the back of his hand. "So? Bouncy castles are just glorified trampolines. We’ll bounce our way to the gift table, grab the loot, and bounce out before anyone notices." "Bill, we’re not *children*. We’ll look like a couple of deranged mimes trying to rob a kindergarten." "Deranged mimes with *style*." He gestured to his Hawaiian shirt, which clashed violently with his cargo pants. "Besides, who’s gonna stop us? The parents are all drunk on fruit punch, and the kids are too hyped up on sugar to notice two adults stealing their My Little Pony action figures." Molly sighed. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling them you made me do it." "Deal. But only if you take the fall for the piñata incident of ’09." She groaned. "That was *one* time, and it was an *accident*!" Bill grinned. "Accident my ass. You *saw* the piñata was full of quarters and went full *pirate* on it." "Shut up and grab the gift bags. We’ve got a heist to pull off before the cake comes out."