Molly crouched behind the inflatable bounce castle, studying the gymnasium through binoculars. A banner reading "Timmy's 7th Birthday Extravaganza" hung from the bleachers. Mountains of wrapped presents towered near the refreshment table like a glittering fortress. "This is insane," Bill whispered, adjusting his fake mustache. The thing kept slipping down his sweaty face. "Quiet. I'm counting the presents." They'd stolen from penthouses, museums, and high-security vaults. But nothing compared to the adrenaline rush of infiltrating a children's birthday party. The risk was enormous. A single child could recognize them as not belonging, and suddenly they'd be swarmed by seven-year-olds in Spider-Man pajamas. "How do we even carry all this?" Bill gestured at the haul. "We go in as party entertainers." Bill stared at her incredulously. "You want us to what?" "Clown and magician routine. Nobody suspects entertainers." The gymnasium doors burst open as parents began arriving with their offspring. Screaming erupted immediately. Bill's eye twitched. This was either their greatest heist or their most humiliating disaster. He straightened his oversized bow tie and followed Molly toward the chaos, hoping neither of them would accidentally do an actual magic trick.