Molly adjusted her fake mustache while Bill unfolded the blueprints of Tiny Tots Entertainment Center across the sticky table at their hideout. The plan was audacious, borderline insane, but they'd successfully stolen a Fabergé egg once, so a room full of gift-wrapped boxes seemed manageable. "So we go in through the ball pit?" Bill asked, pointing at the diagram. "Exactly. No one suspects the ball pit," Molly replied. The reconnaissance had taken weeks. They'd learned that Mrs. Henderson's birthday party would feature approximately forty presents ranging from action figures to gaming consoles. It was their biggest score yet, though admittedly their weirdest. Bill practiced his cover story in the mirror: a slightly incompetent party clown named Bobo. Molly would pose as a supply coordinator. Their getaway vehicle, a ice cream truck, was already positioned two blocks away. They reviewed the security footage one more time. The party would reach peak chaos around three o'clock, right when everyone gathered for cake. That's when they'd strike, moving swiftly through the gymnasium, filling their reinforced duffels with merchandise. "This is either our greatest heist or our most embarrassing," Bill muttered. Molly grinned. "Why not both?"