“Molly, you got the blueprints for the Smith kid’s birthday party?” “Of course, Bill. Slides here, bounce house there, presents table smack dab in the middle, guarded by a clown. He’s the obstacle.” “Clown? You told me it was a magician.” “Well, he’s both. Multitalented menace. Can you get past balloon animals and card tricks?” “I once dodged a guy juggling flaming torches. I think I’ll manage a balloon poodle.” “Don’t underestimate poodles. So, what’s the plan?” “We blend in, obviously. Did you get my disguise?” “Yeah, Bill, I got you the dinosaur costume. Size XXL. You’re technically a kid at heart.” “Rawr. Okay, we stomp over to the cake table, distract the kids, swipe the presents, and moonwalk out?” “Smooth, but no. We need a decoy. Did you forget the piñata?” “Ugh. The giant unicorn piñata. Filled with glitter bombs, right?” “Of course. When it pops—presents unguarded. We swoop.” “What about cake?” “We’ll grab a slice on the way. Now, remember: avoid the mom with the camera. She’s ruthless.” “Can do. Molly, do we really need all those presents?” “Bill, you can never have too much Play-Doh or Hot Wheels. Let’s move.”