Molly pressed her face against the fence, watching twenty screaming children demolish a piñata. "This is ridiculous," Bill whispered. "We're robbing a seven-year-old's birthday party." "Eight-year-old. And look at those presents. That's a Nintendo Switch box, Bill." "How do you even know that?" "I have nieces." Molly pulled out binoculars. "Three gaming consoles, definitely some gift cards, and is that a hoverboard?" Bill sighed. "We used to steal from billionaires." "Billionaires have security systems. Children have cake." "Children have parents." "Parents get drunk on wine coolers." Molly pointed at the patio where adults were definitely getting tipsy. "We wait until piñata chaos reaches maximum velocity, then slip through the side gate." "What's our exit strategy?" "The bounce house provides excellent cover." Bill stared at her. "You want to escape through a bounce house?" "Unless you have a better idea?" "I have several better ideas. They all involve not doing this." "Where's your sense of adventure?" "I left it back when we had dignity." Molly grinned as a child's shriek pierced the air. "Showtime."