A patch of darkness behind the backyard fence. Molly crouches low. Bill checks his coat pockets. Two helium balloons drift. Molly: "Are you sure you have the blueprint?" Bill: "Yeah. It was pencil-scratched on a napkin." Molly: "The napkin from that taco truck?" Bill: "Exactly. Flour and mystery sauce everywhere." Molly: "Great, crushed data makes epic heists." Bill: "Alright, drop the crowbar now." Molly: "On it. The fence is creaky." Bill: "Nightlight glare in the living room window." Molly: "We’ll distract the clown with a rubber chicken." Bill: "Clown? You thought they hired one?" Molly: "Last-minute request. Kids cry if he’s missing." Bill: "Perfect. He’ll chase rubber chicken across lawn." Molly: "While we swoop in for presents." Bill: "Grand finale: getaway in a party van." Molly: "Loaded with squeaky toys as cover." Bill: "I’ll honk when we’re clear." Molly: "Just don’t lose my glitter gloves again." Bill: "No promises. Glitter’s like tiny traitor ninjas." Molly: "Alright, operation Pinata Plunder commences on three." Bill: "One!" Molly: "Two!" Bill: "Three! Let’s boogie!" Molly: "Did you pack the glitter vacuum device?" Bill: "In my bag of questionable inventions." Molly: "Kids will think it's magic cleanup." Molly: "Now, let’s vanish before sugar coma hits."