The extraction point is the bouncy castle, Bill said, tapping the juice box. It’s a bounce house, not a fortress, Bill. And stop tapping, you’re spilling apple juice on the schematics. This map is crucial. Look, the clown is the wildcard. If he starts folding balloon animals, the crowd creates a perimeter wall. That’s our window to hit the gift table. You want to heist a pile of LEGOs during a balloon dog integrity check? Precisely. I swoop in, grab the big box wrapped in Paw Patrol paper, and pivot. That box is almost certainly diapers. It’s the element of surprise! Then, I signal you. And I’m supposed to neutralize the magician? Just create a diversion. Ask him how the rabbit breathes in the hat. While he panics, we extract the Barbie Dreamhouse. The Dreamhouse won’t fit in the getaway car. We strap it to the roof. It’s a Honda Civic, not a cargo plane. Maybe we just steal the loot bags. Dream bigger, Molly! We’re not petty thieves; we’re acquisition specialists targeting the under-seven demographic. I hate you. You love the thrill. Now, put on your party hat. It’s go time.