The perimeter is fortified with crepe paper, Bill whispered, pointing at the crayon-scrawled blueprints. Deadly, Molly noted. And the target package? Located behind the bouncy castle. We are talking high-value assets. Legos. Hot Wheels. Maybe a Nintendo Switch if the grandmother loves him enough. What is the opposition? Heavies. Four-year-olds on a chemically induced sugar high. Unpredictable. Vicious. And the warden? Mom. She has eyes in the back of her head and a lukewarm Chardonnay in her hand. We go in during the cake cutting? Exactly. The candles get lit, the lights go down, we descend from the treehouse on the zip line. I assume you packed the grappling hooks? Obviously. Just watch out for the clown. Mr. Bubbles? The man is a loose cannon, Molly. He made a balloon poodle that looked suspiciously like a garrote. If he spots us, deploy the glitter bomb. That is messy, Bill. Even for us. It is a heist, not a playdate. Once we secure the loot, we exfiltrate through the petting zoo. The goats have been bribed? Two pounds of oats. They will not see a thing. You are a genius. I know. Now put on your party hat. It is time to steal Christmas in July.