"Bill, this is insane. We're really doing this?" "Listen, Molly, little Timmy Henderson's birthday party has a Nintendo Switch, three iPads, and approximately eight hundred dollars in gift cards. I did reconnaissance." "You did reconnaissance on a seven-year-old's birthday party?" "I pretended to deliver pizza. The mom tipped me two dollars. Two! This is justified." "Fine. What's the plan?" "We go through the bounce house." "The bounce house?" "It's connected to their back patio. We'll blend in." "Bill, we're thirty-five." "I'll crouch." "What about the clown?" "What clown?" "Every kid's party has a clown, Bill. Basic research." "Okay, new plan. You distract the clown—" "How do I distract a clown?" "I don't know, challenge him to balloon animals or something. I'll grab the presents during pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey. Kids are blindfolded, parents are filming. It's perfect." "This is the stupidest thing we've ever done." "Remember when we tried to rob the mall Santa?" "Good point. Fine. But I'm not wearing a party hat." "Molly, we need to blend in." "No hat." "Fine. But you're singing Happy Birthday." They crept toward the side gate, party sounds drifting over the fence.