Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which clashed horribly with the plastic princess tiara perched atop her balaclava. The suburban backyard smelled of hot dogs and impending regret. A bouncy castle cast long shadows across the small lawn. "Remind me why we're stealing from toddlers instead of banks?" Bill wrestled with the zipper of his bright dinosaur onesie, the tail snagging viciously on a rose bush. Nervous sweat dripped down his neck. He checked his watch, a pink Hello Kitty timepiece stolen from their last job. "Banks have armed guards. This has distracted parents and pinatas full of gift cards. Operation Birthday Blitz starts in three. You create a diversion near the cake, I'll hit the present table." "Why do I get clown detail?" "Because you went to clown college." "That was ONE semester." "And yet, here we are." He handed her a rubber chicken with a wire attached. "Go juggle. I'll grab the loot. If anyone asks, we're just very short, committed uncles who love toys." Molly sighed, smearing greasepaint on her nose while checking the perimeter for guard dogs. "Next time, we're robbing a bakery. Less screaming, more croissants." "Deal. Now go make that balloon doggy look threatening."