Bill, do you still have the clown costume? The shoes are missing, but yes. Missing shoes? We can’t rob five-year-olds barefoot. Not barefoot, Molly, just own shoes. Kids won’t care. Fine, but stay in character. No sad clowns. When have I ever been a sad clown? Your birthday, last year. Never mind. Do you have the list? List of what? Demands? No! The presents, Bill! Relax, I have photographic memory. Frozen Legos, Paw Patrol plushies, remote control drones. Don’t forget the slime-making kit. Jenny’s allergic to glitter, right? Good catch, skip the glitter slime. You’re sure you can fit under the bouncy castle? Bill, I slid under a cop car in Milan. I can fit beneath a castle made of plastic. No snacking on cake during the job. Don’t tempt me. Remember, distraction first. I’ll drop the balloon animal explosion. Six dozen balloons, all at once? Genius. Thank you. While they’re screaming over rubber octopuses, you grab the gifts by the Pin the Tail station. What if a toddler attacks? Deploy emergency lollipop, as always. And the exit? Scooter behind the pony pen. Quick getaway, no animal cruelty. You thought of everything. Molly, it’s beautiful. Focus, Bill. This is our most dangerous job yet. Let’s go rob some children. With style.