"Check the perimeter, Bill." "The bouncy castle's blocking the south exit, Molly." "Forget the inflatables. Focus. Where’s the primary target?" "Gift table. Near the bowl of neon punch. It’s a mountain of LEGOs and remote-controlled drones." "Is the guard on duty?" "The clown? He’s distracted by a balloon giraffe. It’s taking him ages." "Amateur. Did you pack the suppression gear?" "The juice boxes? Yeah, six-pack of apple. Minimum sugar." "Good. We move when they start the piñata. The noise will mask our extraction." "Wait, Molly. There's a complication." "Report." "The birthday boy’s grandmother. She’s a hugger. She almost nabbed me by the streamers." "Avoid her at all costs. What about the cake?" "Vanilla with sprinkles. It’s a tactical disaster. Sticky fingers everywhere." "We aren't here for dessert, Bill. We’re here for the haul. Grab the oversized box with the foil wrap." "The one with the singing card?" "Especially that one. It’s probably a PlayStation." "On your signal?" "Now! Go, go, go!" "Wait! I stepped in a cupcake! I’m compromised!" "Leave the shoe, Bill! Sacrifice the footwear for the payload!"