“Okay, Bill. Remind me of the infiltration plan.” “Right. The clown arrives at three. I knock him out, I take the costume.” “Gently. You knock him out gently. We need the wig intact.” “Right. Gently. I enter the house as… what was his name?” “Jiggles, Bill. You are Jiggles, the delightful party entertainer.” “Jiggles, the Bringer of Birthday Doom.” Molly sighed. “No. Just Jiggles. You distract the children with…?” “The 'ten-legged spider of chaos' balloon animal.” “Excellent. While they're mesmerized, I slip in the back and grab the haul.” “The haul being a remote-controlled car and several LEGO sets.” “It's high-value plastic, Bill. The best kind. What about the piñata?” “I snag it on the way out. You think it's filled with candy or untraceable bearer bonds?” “It's a unicorn, Bill. It's candy.” “A man can dream. And the primary security system?” “She's named Princess Fluffybutt. A miniature poodle. She's our exit.” “We throw her at the dad?” “No. You give her the squeaky hedgehog. It buys us precisely twelve seconds.” “Seems risky. What if she’s a squeaky squirrel kind of dog?” “Then you improvise.”