Molly adjusted her ski mask while her coffee grew cold in the cupholder. Outside the van, deflated balloon animals littered the suburban sidewalk like casualties of war. A bouncy castle dominated the front lawn, its primary colors screaming Targets Acquired. Bill juggled three lockpicks, nodding toward the bungalow with its rainbow banners. His reflection revealed a man who had lost all shame. "You're sure about this?" Molly asked. "The invitation says age five." "Positive. Little Timmy scored a PS5 and three hundred in LEGO." "Security?" "Clowns. One magician with a fake mustache." Molly frowned at the bouncy castle blocking their approach. The vinyl structure cast long shadows across the grass. "Distraction plan?" Bill tapped the glitter-covered piñata in his lap. It rattled with counterfeit candy. "When I signal, crawl through the ball pit. I'll deflate the castle." "That's our exit!" "Backup plan B. We strike during musical chairs. Maximum chaos." "What about the kids?" "Candy. Bribery beats burglary." "I went to MIT for this," Molly muttered, loading gift bags into her tactical vest. "You studied algorithms," Bill said, checking his watch. "This is volume times value divided by toddler attention spans." "Glitter on this suit means you pay for dry cleaning." "Deal. Now look innocent." "I am. I'm stealing a Lamborghini wrapped in Spider-Man paper."