"Check the perimeter again, Molly." "It's a bounce house, Bill. The perimeter is vinyl and smells like feet." "Focus. What’s the cake situation?" "Sheet cake. Vanilla. Threat level: sticky." "And the loot?" "Stacked on the plastic trestle table by the juice boxes. It’s a goldmine of Lego sets and those expensive wooden trains." "We go in at the peak of the Pin the Tail on the Donkey frenzy. Total tactical distraction." "One problem. The clown." "Is he a pro?" "He’s a teenager named Kevin in a wig, but he’s suspicious. He saw me casing the balloon animal station." "Give him the slip. Use the smoke machine." "The smoke machine is for the magic show at three, Bill! We have to move now before the nap-time meltdown ruins the exit strategy." "Did you pack the getaway vehicle?" "The tricycle with the wicker basket is idling behind the hydrangeas." "Good. Once we grab the pile, we head straight for the sandbox. No stops for juice." "Wait, is that a bouncy castle guard?" "That’s a four-year-old in a Batman cape, Bill. Get it together." "Right. For the Legos!" "For the Legos!"