"Listen, Bill, I've been scoping this place out for weeks. The security's tighter than a clown's pants after too many balloon animals. We're gonna need a distraction." "Distraction? What, you want me to dress up as a giant inflatable unicorn and stampede the kids?" Bill snorted. "No, you idiot! Something subtle. Maybe a rogue piñata filled with glitter bombs?" "Glitter bombs? You think a bunch of sugar-crazed toddlers will notice a stray glitter explosion? They'll be too busy trying to eat the frosting off the piñata itself." "Fine, fine. How about this? I'll pose as a caterer, wheel in a cart full of suspiciously delicious-looking cookies, and while everyone's distracted by the sugar rush, you grab the loot." "Cookies, huh? You sure you can handle the temptation, Molly? Last time we tried that 'innocent caterer' routine, you ended up with frosting on your nose and a two-year-old clinging to your leg." Molly rolled her eyes. "I'm a professional, Bill. Besides, these cookies are laced with a special ingredient: sleepiness." "Sleepiness? You're gonna drug the kids?" "Relax, it's just chamomile and lavender. They'll be snoozing like angels."