"Check the perimeter again, Bill." "It’s a sandbox, Molly. I’ve checked it." "And the bouncy castle? Is it load-bearing?" "It’s filled with air and three-year-olds." "Perfect. High-altitude reconnaissance. What’s the haul looking like?" "Based on the gift bag sizes? We’re talking three, maybe four Lego Death Stars. A motorized Jeep. And something that smells like expensive artisanal play-dough." "The jackpot. Did you disable the security system?" "I gave the golden retriever a piece of my ham sandwich. He’s compromised." "Good work. What about the clown? He looks shifty." "He’s Balloon-Animal Dave. He’s got a twitchy left eye, but he’s distracted by a peanut allergy crisis in the gazebo." "That’s our window. Grab the oversized sack. If anyone asks, we’re the 'Emergency Toy Inspection Task Force'." "I’m wearing a tutu, Molly." "It’s called a disguise, Bill. Blend in." "I’m six-foot-four!" "Then sprinkle some glitter on your beard and stop whining. On my signal, we intercept the pile before the cake cutting." "Wait, do we take the juice boxes too?" "Focus, Bill! We aren't amateurs. We take the Legos. We leave the kale chips." "Roger that. Initiating Operation Naptime."