Molly slapped the architectural schematic onto the dashboard of the van. It was drawn in purple crayon on the back of a pizza box. We move at fourteen-hundred hours, she said, pointing a gloved finger at a squiggly circle. Operation Sugar Crash is officially active. Bill squinted at the cardboard. Is that a dragon? It’s a bouncy castle, Bill. The primary choke point. If we don't navigate the inflatable turret correctly, we are sitting ducks for the juice box brigade. This is a high-security environment. Right, Bill said, nervously adjusting his balaclava, which was patterned with cute kittens to blend in. And the target assets? Stacked on the picnic table. The wrapping paper is foil, shiny, high visibility. We are talking high-value loot here. Legos. Limited edition action figures. Maybe even a drone if the parents are trying to buy love. What about the guards? There is one heavy. Handle: Mr. Noodles. Bill went pale. The clown? I can’t do clowns, Molly. Their shoes are too big. It’s unnatural. Mr. Noodles is a freelancer. He does not care about the merchandise. He is just there for the balloon animals and the paycheck. But if he makes a move, you deploy the countermeasure. The Whoopee cushion? The Whoopee cushion. Standard issue. Panic and confusion are our allies. I feel bad stealing from Timmy, though, Bill mumbled, looking out the window at the balloons tied to the mailbox. He is turning six. Molly grabbed his shoulder. Timmy has a pony, Bill. We have rent due on Tuesday. Besides, we are teaching him a valuable lesson about the transient nature of material goods. That seems harsh for a kindergartner. Life is harsh. Now, the extraction. We have a three-minute window during the Cake Ceremony. When they sing Happy Birthday, the auditory cover is maximum. The parents are filming, the kids are hyenas waiting for glucose. That is when we strike. Through the hedge? Through the hedge. You grab the rectangular boxes. I take the oddly shaped ones. If you see a card attached, rip it off. No paper trails. What if the dog barks? We have sausages. High quality. Butcher shop cuts. Do not eat them this time. I was hungry during the last job! Focus. We are in, we grab the haul, we are out before Timmy blows out the candles. The Getaway Driver is waiting at the rendez-vous point. My mom? Yes, your mom. But do not call her that over the comms. She is Eagle One. Eagle One is making us sandwiches for the ride home. She is an asset to the team. Now, do you have the gear? Bill patted his cargo pockets. Sack. Decoy lollipop. If a kid spots you, what do you do? Tell them I am the Tooth Fairy's repo man? No. You freeze. Their vision is based on movement, like a T-Rex. I do not think that is scientifically accurate for toddlers. Do you want the Legos or not? I want the Legos. Then trust the plan. Mr. Noodles falls. The cake is cut. We get the loot. Any questions? Yeah. Can I have some cake? Only if we make a clean exit. Now, put your mask on properly. We have a party to crash.