The target is heavily guarded, Molly whispered, jabbing a finger at the crayon map. We have a window of three minutes while the host cuts the cake. That is a six-year-old’s birthday cake, Mol. It is a distraction device, Bill. Focus. The sugar rush creates chaos. The screaming covers our footsteps. What about the clown? I paid him off. When he starts making balloon animals, the perimeter is compromised. He is going to make a sword? He is going to make a poodle. The children will swarm. That is when we move on the gift table. I feel bad taking the ponies. We don’t take the ponies. We are professionals. We take the electronics and the Legos. What if I grab a sweater? Shake the box. If it’s soft, drop it. We don’t do textiles. Right. Shake and take. Exactly. Now, do you have the getaway vehicle ready? My mom’s minivan is out back. Good. Put on your mask. It is a SpongeBob mask. It blends in with the environment. Now let’s go steal some joy.