“Right, so we’re agreed,” Molly said, chewing the end of a pen, “the target is the bouncy castle.” “The bouncy castle,” Bill echoed, eyes wide with a mix of dread and amusement. “Molly, are we sure about this? It’s a *children’s* party.” “Exactly! Undetected. Unsuspecting. They’ll never see us coming.” “Because we’ll be disguised as… what, exactly? Very large toddlers?” Bill rubbed his temples. “No, no, amateur hour. We go in as the entertainment. You, Bill, are ‘Boomer Bill, the Balloon Bouncer.’ Your job is to create a diversion. Max chaos.” “Balloon Bouncer? That’s my professional alias?” “Has a certain… ring to it. Anyway, while Boomer Bill is charming the pants off the little monsters, I, ‘Magical Molly, the Marvelous Magician,’ will be circling the perimeter. Scooping up the goods.” “The presents. You mean the ‘goods’ are actually presents for six-year-olds?” “Irrelevant! They’re high-value, low-security targets. Think of the mark-up on a slightly-used drone.” “A drone. You think there’ll be a drone?” “There’s always a drone, Bill. It's the law of modern gift-giving. Now, your balloon dog repertoire, is it still up to snuff?” “I can make a passable poodle, a somewhat questionable sausage dog, and a very aggressive badger.” “Perfect! Aggressive badger will be key for the distraction. Now, which one of us is going to pretend to be allergic to peanuts so we can get close to the cake table?” “I am absolutely not pretending to be allergic to peanuts, Molly. I almost died last time.” “Details, details. This is for the greater good!”