Bill adjusted his fedora and squinted at the surveillance drone feed projected onto the sunroof of their dilapidated van. The engine purred like a dying cat, a mechanical metaphor for their impending failure. "The perimeter is secure, Molly. This is the wrong house. There’s no gravel driveway and the security is too... nonexistent. It’s a sitting duck." Molly snatched the tablet from his hand, scrolling aggressively. "You have no vision, Bill. It’s not the driveway; it’s the *vibe*. It’s a fortress of gummy bears disguised as a normal home. A trap for the unwary eye." "It’s a cul-de-sac in suburban Ohio," Bill grumbled, checking the 'Escape V' sedan’s tire pressure. "Look at the foliage. It’s too thick. You can’t fly the chopper in here without clipping the weeping willow. We need a different vector." "Exactly. High value targets are usually hidden in plain sight. And look at that cake. It’s a rotating tower of sweetness sitting right there." "That is an ingredient list that will put us in a diabetic coma within seconds," Bill noted, rubbing his temples. "We could get arrested for distributing sugar." "Are you backing out on me? The letters 'PS' are on the presents. I’ve never seen that combination before." "Post-Script? Or perhaps 'Paralyzing Slingshots'?" "Hot Wheels! I need those Hot Wheels, Bill. You know what happens when Timmy opens them." "He plays? He shares?" "He hoards! He keeps them in a box under his bed with the other fifty he already has! It’s wasteful." "That’s very sad for Timmy, but irrelevant to the operation. We aren't stealing from a child, we are retrieving items that should be in the global economy." "The global economy is ignoring the 1998 Select Series collection! It is an injustice of the highest order." "Which is why we are doing this. We are the shadow that grabs the toys and vanishes, Bill. Think of the aesthetic. A child’s heart broken by the absence of plastic wheels." "I am thinking of the SWAT team arriving in four minutes. And the cake lady starts serving dessert in three." "Ninety seconds if we park in the driveway. The van is too loud. I’m driving the sedan." "We park in the shrubbery," Bill stated, tossing a smoke bomb into the back seat. "That clown outside isn't a distraction; he’s the primary oversight mechanism." "So we have to take down the clown?" "No. We dress as the clown. Or maybe a giant cake. Can you inhale helium?" "I can inhale helium. But I want the presents first. Then the helium."