"Bill, you’re sure this is the address? Last time, you had us casing the wrong house." "Molly, trust me. 1432 Marshmallow Lane. I triple-checked. See the balloons out front?" "I see unicorns. I see streamers. I do not see the ‘Easy Loot’ sign." "Not everything comes with a handy sign. That’s why we use subtlety." "Subtlety. Says the man wearing a bright orange mask." "It’s festive! We’re infiltrating a child’s party. Gotta blend." "You’d blend better in a clown suit. Or a tutu." "You want to see me in a tutu?" "If it’ll get us the presents, yes." "I draw the line at tutus. Anyway, let’s go over the plan." "We’re walking in the front door, pretending we’re an uncle, right?" "No, *you’re* an uncle. I’m—what’s the word—your long-lost cousin." "Didn’t work last time. They asked who invited me. I said Santa and they laughed at me." "That’s why you’re going to say you’re Uncle Jerry this time. No Santa." "Fine, Uncle Jerry. What about the presents? Where will they be?" "All kids’ parties keep presents in the same spot: under the ‘Presents Go Here’ banner." "Inventive. How do we get them out?" "Simple. We grab the biggest bag—" "You mean the one shaped like a dinosaur?" "Yes. That one’s for stealth. We stuff the gifts inside, claim we’re taking them to the birthday kid’s grandma, and poof, exit stage left." "And if someone asks why two adults in mismatched socks are walking out with all the loot?" "Distraction. That’s where you come in." "I hate it when I come in." "You love it! Remember the time you started a puppet show to cover our escape?" "Yeah, and you almost got me arrested for ‘aggravated sock-puppeting.’" "Legendary performance, though. The crocodile had layers." "Crocodile’s retired. This time, I’ll just start a game of musical chairs." "Brilliant. Kids love chairs that move. While you orchestrate the chaos, I do the bagging." "And if you get glitter on your hands again?" "I’ve resigned myself to a sparkly lifestyle." "Okay, recap. We infiltrate, play family, start musical chairs, steal the presents, leave before cake. Right?" "Yes. It’s crucial we don’t stay for cake. Last time you pocketed a candle and set your coat on fire." "Safety first. Who eats cake anyway? I’m in it for the loot." "Are you wearing the earpiece?" "Of course. Are you sure it’s tuned to our frequency and not the local radio?" "Last time was a fluke. Won’t happen again. Unless you want to dance to ‘Wheels on the Bus’ while running from toddlers." "Never again. Okay. So, when do we go in?" "Ten minutes. Guests are distracted by the magician. Now or never." "Last chance to bail." "Not a chance. Besides, I want to see you in action with seven-year-olds." "They’re ruthless, Bill. If I go down, avenge me." "I’ll steal you a slice of cake. Victory cake." "Deal. Let’s commit the bravest heist of our careers—" "—at a child’s birthday party." "Perfect. Try not to cry at the piñata this time." "It looked so sad, Molly." "Go, Uncle Jerry." "After you, Cousin… what’s your name again?" "Snesha." "What kind of name is—?" "Just go!"