"Check the perimeter," Bill whispered, adjusting his itchy mustache. "It is a bouncy castle, Bill," Molly replied. "Exactly. High ground. Tactical superiority," Bill insisted. "We are robbing a six-year-old," she sighed. "A six-year-old with a vintage Lego set," Bill corrected. "How do we handle the clown?" Molly asked. "Gas him," Bill said, patting his utility belt. "With what?" "Silly String. It is silent and paralyzing," Bill shrugged. "You are insane. I will create a distraction," Molly said. "Define distraction," Bill asked, eyeing the juice boxes. "I will start a game of Duck Duck Goose," she muttered. "Cruel. Effective. I like it," Bill nodded. "Once the chaos starts, you grab the pile," she said. "What if the birthday girl catches me?" Bill panicked. "Offer her a bribe," Molly suggested. "What kind of bribe?" Bill asked nervously. "I have a pocket full of glitter," Molly said. "The ultimate currency," Bill agreed, checking his watch. "Go on three," Molly hissed, checking her mask. "One. Two. Cake!" Bill shouted, charging the sliding door. "I said three, you idiot!" Molly yelled, running after him.