"Bill, did you bring the glitter cannon?" "Molly, of course I brought the glitter cannon. Do I look like an amateur?" "You look like a guy who once tried to pick a lock with a Twizzler." "Hey, it almost worked. Those locks aren’t built for finesse. Now, have you memorized the clown’s schedule?" "I have. The clown does balloon animals at two, magic tricks at three, and a tactical bathroom break at three-ten. That’s our window." "Three-ten? That gives us, what, five minutes? I need at least six." "Bill, you can nick presents faster than a kid on a sugar rush. Besides, I’ve arranged a distraction." "Let me guess. Fire ants in the fruit punch?" "One better. Piñata full of confetti and fake spiders." "Molly, you’re a genius. While everyone’s busy dodging arachnids, I’ll sweep the loot. What about the birthday kid?" "Decoy cake. They'll be too busy crying over the missing sprinkles to notice us." "Okay, here’s the plan. Glitter cannon at the door, piñata explosion on my signal, and I grab the gifts." "And we make our getaway in the bounce house." "Perfect. No one ever suspects the bounce house." "Ready?" "Always."