“Bill, you’re telling me they’re just gonna leave a bunch of priceless Lego sets and Nintendo Switches unguarded?” Molly asked, incredulous. “Unguarded? Well, not exactly. There's going to be like, twenty five-year-olds in Elmo costumes watching the kids. I think they've defined 'extra' more than once in their company handbook.” Molly snorted. “Can’t blame them for going all out. Nightmare Fuel Incorporated is known for their extravagant, albeit disturbing, themed events." “Top of the line squirmy onesies! I saw it on their Insta. It's basically chaos cosplay.” “Think of all the plastic weapons they sell at those things! If those things are even remotely real, I wanna make sure we're armed.” "Nah, they're probably just rubber, glued to those horrible…," Bill shuddered. “Those cheesy, hand-stitched doll costumes they make the poor volunteers wear.” Molly tapped her finger on the blueprint of the party venue she’d intercepted online. “Okay, I see the door… windows too high… But wait, there's a service entrance near the back.” “Great! You're a lifesaver, Moll. That place looks hopeless to scale. So, you gonna stick like usual to the distraction plan? Rubber chickens? Exploding banana peels?” “Those are classics for a reason, Bill. But this time, I'm thinking something with a little more… pizzazz. I've got this idea involving glitter cannons and a mariachi band.” Bill raised his eyebrows. "Glitter cannons? That's audacious, even for you." “It's brilliant! The adults will be blinded, disoriented… distracted. The kids, they’ll just think it’s part of the show. We grab the loot and slip out while they’re busy doing Elmos dance routine. Simple.” "Right, simple. You never did explain the mariachi band part though." "Details, Bill. Details. We just need our distraction to be bigger, bolder. Trust me on this one.” “Alright, alright, you’re the mastermind. But if we get chased by a pack of glitter-coated five-year-olds with plastic pirate swords, I’m blaming you.” "Deal.”