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Bill looked over at Molly, his eyes wide with surprise. "What?" he gasped. "You want to do what?" "Steal from a children's party," Molly repeated, a cockeyed grin splitting her face. "I know, I know, it sounds a bit kooky, but hear me out." Bill rubbed his chin, skeptical. "Alright, I'm listening. But you better make it good, because if we get caught, I'm not explaining to the cops that we were trying to rob a bunch of toddlers and their party favors." "Well, you see, there's this rich kid named Tommy who lives in this big fancy house," Molly said, her eyes sparkling with perverse glee. "And you know what he's having for his sixth birthday party? A piñata pony ride!" Bill smirked. "A piñata pony? You mean one of those inflatable bouncy houses?" "Yup," Molly said cheerfully. "And get this, little Tommy's daddy wanted it to be extra fancy, so he ordered a custom-made ‘piñata’ that opens up when you hit the right spot. But here's the kicker – the ‘piñata’ is full of the most expensive hot air balloons, exotic stuffed animals, and priceless antique dolls. And they're all gonna be in a pit inside the bouncy house." "Now I see where you're going with this," Bill said, joining in on the laughter. "How do we get there without looking suspicious?" "Well, I’ve actually already got that part figured out," Molly said with a sly smile. "I called them up posin' as Tommy's stand-in uncle and told them we'd shoot footage for a YouTube post about it. We'll bring an actual pony and camera crew, just to sell it, but while the kids are outside playing with their new toys, we slip inside the bounce house as quick as firecrackers. We hit the right spot to empty the ‘piñata’ right into the pit, then slip away with the booty." "And the pony?" Bill asked, before he could stop himself. Molly shrugged. "Let them keep the silly pony. Jesus, they're rich kids in a rich neighborhood, I'm sure they've got someone on staff to take care of it. Plus, it was just a prop to get us in the house." "I don’t know, Molly," Bill said. "This sounds risky, even for us. Stealing from bouncy houses reduces me to a new low." Still, he was grinning like a loon. "C'mon, Bill, where's your sense of adventure?" Molly teased. "It's not every day we get to play ‘heist piñata’ and make off with priceless treasure." "I suppose you've got a point," Bill relented, chuckling. "Alright, partner, let's go rob some snot-nosed brats and see what kind of rare stuffed animals we can score." "Yeehaw, daddy-o," Molly said gleefully. "It's a plan!"