Molly pressed her back against the fence and peered through a knothole at the bouncy castle. "Bill, we've got approximately forty-seven minutes before the piñata breaks and all hell breaks loose." "Forty-seven? That's oddly specific." Bill crouched beside her, adjusting his ridiculous mustache disguise. "I called the party planner. Pretended to be the birthday boy's aunt." "You're terrifying." Bill squinted through the fence. "Okay, I count six adults, maybe twenty kids. What's our entry point?" "The gift table is positioned near the back door. Classic rookie mistake by the parents." "We can't just waltz in there, Molly. It's broad daylight. There are children." "That's exactly why we can. Who's going to suspect two party entertainers?" Molly pulled out two t-shirts from her bag. One read 'Captain Fantastic' and the other said 'Princess Sparkle McGuire.' "Absolutely not. I'm not wearing that." "You want the Vermeer money or not?" Bill sighed. "Remind me again why we think this kid has sixteen grand in gift cards?" "His father is Marcus Chen. Tech billionaire. Throws money around like confetti. The rumor is every relative just gives gift cards because what do you buy a five-year-old who has everything?" "This is insane. Even for us." "Says the man who once stole a garden gnome thinking it was a Fabergé egg." "That was one time and the lighting was poor." Bill grabbed the Captain Fantastic shirt. "Fine. What's the play?" "We go in, you do your terrible magic tricks to distract everyone while I swap the gift bags with our decoys." "My magic tricks aren't terrible." "Bill, you once made a rabbit disappear permanently. We still don't know where Mr. Whiskers went." "He's living his best life somewhere, I'm sure." Bill pulled the shirt over his head. "What's in the decoy bags?" "IOUs and inflatable dinosaurs. I got them in bulk." "You think IOUs will satisfy a tech billionaire's family?" "By the time they figure it out, we'll be in Cabo." Bill stood up and adjusted his mustache again. "This is officially the weirdest job we've ever pulled." "Excuse me, did you forget about the time we infiltrated that dog show?" "We don't talk about the dog show, Molly." "You looked good with the poodle cut." "I said we don't talk about it." Bill took a deep breath. "Okay, Captain Fantastic is ready. Let's go steal some birthday presents from a kindergartener. I can't believe this is my life." "Think of the Vermeer." "I'm thinking of the Vermeer." Molly opened the gate and painted on her biggest smile. "Remember, you're fantastic and I'm sparkly." "If we get arrested, I'm blaming you entirely." "Get in line. My parole officer has dibs."