"What's our window?" "The magician. Ten-thirty. He saws a dad in half, creates mass distraction." "Perfect. I go for the gift table. You're on lookout." "What am I looking out for?" "Hostiles. Parents with iPhones. Anyone under four feet tall who looks suspicious." "So, all of them?" "Precisely. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "Stay away from the piñata. We don't have a contingency for a sugar-crazed mob." "But what if it's full of good candy? Not that cheap stuff." "The prize is the pile of boxed robotics and video games, not a handful of Laffy Taffy." "Right. Eyes on the prize. Can I at least get a balloon animal on the way out?" "Bill." "Just a sword. A quick one." "We are extracting the assets and leaving. No balloon swords." "Fine," he sighed. "But if I see the face-painting station, I can't make any promises." "Just be ready on my signal." "Promise you'll save me some cake?"