Molly adjusted her fake mustache. "So we're really doing this? Breaking into a six-year-old's birthday party?" "The presents are top-tier this year," Bill whispered, unrolling blueprints of the gymnasium. "Three Nintendo Switches, a hoverboard, and apparently a real pony." "A pony? How does a pony fit in a gymnasium?" "Beats me, but we're taking it." "Bill, we can't steal a pony. It'll scream or bite us or something." "Fine, leave the pony. But those Switches are ours." Molly tapped the blueprints. "What's your entry strategy? The front door?" "Amateur hour. I'm going through the bounce house. Security never watches the bounce house." "That's because nobody expects criminals in a bounce house." "Exactly. It's the perfect cover. You distract the parents with the piñata situation." "What piñata situation?" "The one you're creating. Go knock it off the rope, start a chaos chain reaction." Molly groaned. "I'm a professional art thief, and I'm sabotaging children's party equipment." "Hey, we all have our moments," Bill said, grinning. "Besides, the pony might actually help us escape." "We're not taking the pony!"