"So the birthday boy's mother leaves the presents in the garage," Molly said, spreading a crayon-drawn map across the dashboard. "You stole a child's drawing?" "I made this, Bill. Focus." "It looks like a dinosaur eating a rectangle." "That's the garage. The rectangle is the garage." "And the dinosaur?" "That's also the garage. I drew it twice by accident. Now, we go in through the side door at exactly three fifteen, when they're doing the piñata." "How do you know when the piñata starts?" "Because I hired the piñata guy. He's my cousin Reggie." "Reggie who cries at loud noises?" "He's working through it. Anyway, every kid will be in the backyard swinging a bat, which means the garage is clear. We load the presents into the van and we're gone before anyone cuts the cake." "What if there's a bouncy castle blocking the driveway?" "Why would there be a bouncy castle?" "There's always a bouncy castle, Molly." "Fine. If there's a bouncy castle, we deflate it." "That feels unnecessarily cruel." "We're stealing presents from a seven-year-old, Bill." "Right. Just wanted to make sure we still had a moral compass." "We don't." "Cool."