“You ready for this, Bill?” “As ready as I’ll ever be to rob a gaggle of sugar-high seven-year-olds, Molly.” “Stop thinking of them as children. Think of them as short, sticky security guards.” “They’re unpredictable, Molly. Last time, one of them bit me. Drew blood.” “You wore a balloon hat, Bill. You stood out.” “It was for camouflage! I blended in.” “With the clown, maybe. This time, subtlety. We take out the magician, grab the presents, and escape.” “The magician has a dove, Molly. What if it attacks?” “You’re six feet two, Bill. Don’t let a dove ruin our criminal career.” “I’m not scared. Birds freak me out. Anyway, what’s the plan?” “We show up with the party planners, act professional, distract with face paint. While I turn little Timmy into Batman, you slip into present territory.” “And the piñata?” “What about it?” “Kids are crazy near piñatas. It’s chaos. Good cover.” “Fine, we’ll time it with the piñata smash. Two minutes tops.” “Did you practice your balloon animals?” “No. Did you?” “I can make a worm. That’s it.” “Perfect. Everyone loves worms.” “We get caught, you blame the clown.” “I always do, Bill. Ready?” “Let’s steal some teddy bears, Molly.” “You read my mind.”