"Target is locked. Bounce castle inflating, perimeter security is non-existent." "Relax, it’s a garden fence." "Never relax! We have a window of three minutes before the pony rides start." "The pony rides aren't security, Bill." "They are obstacles! The distraction team is late. We need that juice box diversion before the magician arrives." "You’re overthinking this. Walk in, smile at the parents, grab the pile, and walk out." "And get caught? We’re professionals. We need a tactical exit." "Through the back gate?" "No. We need a zip-line from the roof. We rappel down, snatch the gifts, and vanish into the suburban afternoon." "It’s 2 PM on a Tuesday. There is no vanishing." "Details! Look, there’s the loot. A six-foot stack of unboxed joy." "Focus, Bill. We’re here for the electronics, not the plushies." "I need that giant panda, Molly. It calls to me." "You can’t fence a teddy bear!" "I’m keeping it. Now, what’s the code word?" "Boogers?" "Too juvenile. We go with 'Napkin'." "I see movement. Is that a party clown?" "Tactical units. Move!" "Fine. Cover me. I’m going in." "God help us. Don't touch the cake!"