The blueprint, Molly said, unrolling a grease-stained napkin. It’s a bouncy castle, Mol. A fortress of solitude and vinyl. We hit them during the Happy Birthday song. Audio cover is essential. That’s thirty seconds, tops. I can’t run that fast. Not in these clown shoes. You have to. The payload is sitting right next to the cake. A mountain of toy trucks. And the guard dog? Mr. Fluffles is easily bribed. Did you bring the jerky? I ate it. I got nervous. You ate the distraction? I’m a stress eater! Besides, the real threat is the magician. He sawed a lady in half, Molly. In half. Smoke and mirrors, Bill. Focus. I repel down the drainpipe, snag the gifts, and toss them to you in the bushes. What if a toddler intercepts? Deploy the countermeasures. The bubbles? The bubbles. Aim for the eyes. It confuses their depth perception. It seems ruthless. It’s a heist, Bill. Not a playdate. Is the getaway vehicle primed? My mom’s minivan is idling around the corner. The sliding door sticks, though. We’ll make it work. Put on the mask. I can’t breathe in this SpongeBob thing. Suffocate later. We have loot to liberate.