"Right, so the bouncy castle is actually a distraction." "Obviously, Bill. No self-respecting thief gets caught by an inflatable dragon." "True. But it’s big. And loud. We need big and loud." "We need small and quiet. Like me, slipping past Mrs. Henderson’s prize-winning petunias." "No, wait. The petunias are motion-activated. She told me." "She told you? Why were you chatting with the target, Bill?" "Friendly reconnaissance. Anyway, the plan. You distract the parents with… interpretive dance?" "Interpretive dance? Bill, I’m a professional, not a circus act. I’m retrieving the goods." "Retrieving the goods implies you’re getting them from somewhere. Where are they?" "Underneath the giant 'Happy Birthday Bethany' banner, next to the clown with questionable hygiene." "Ah, the clown. Good, he's a known quantity. Always late, always sticky." "You’re the lookout, right? From the treehouse." "Treehouse? Molly, that thing looks like it's held together with hope and glitter glue. I'm ground support." "Fine. Ground support it is. Just don't let any nine-year-olds see you." "Nine-year-olds are the most dangerous, Molly. That’s why we need that bouncy castle."