"So, the bouncy castle is our entry point?" Molly whispered, peering at the crudely drawn map. "Obvious, innit?" Bill puffed, adjusting his oversized, slightly-too-tight tracksuit. "Little lads and lasses launch themselves in, nobody bats an eyelid. We just… blend." "Blend? Bill, you look like a bruised aubergine in that getup. And blending with a bunch of screaming germ factories is practically a suicide mission." "Details, details. The key is the present pile. Towering. Untouched. Like a gift-wrapped Everest." Molly snorted. "And how do we get past little Timmy, who's apparently a ferocious guardian of his Lego Star Destroyer?" "Distraction, Molly, old girl. You know the drill. A well-timed helium balloon incident. Or perhaps a rogue clown with a surprisingly aggressive unicycle." "Bill, we're stealing presents, not staging a political coup. And what about the parents? They'll have eyes everywhere." "That's where the face paint comes in. We'll be indistinguishable. Just another couple of grubby cherubs eager for cake and… loot." "I still think we should have gone for the museum tonight." "Nah, too many lasers. And much less opportunity for tactical cake acquisition."