Bill spread the blueprint across the dashboard, smoothing crayon wrinkles. "Perimeter's hot. Bounce house blocking east, and the target's mother has hawk eyes." Molly lowered her coffee. "You sketched a heist layout from a Facebook invite?" "Drone surveillance. Gift table's here by the pony. We enter as catering staff." "Hairnets?" "Hairnets are the new ski masks. Nobody suspects the juice box refiller." "They're five years old, Bill." "Age is a number, but an Xbox is four hundred dollars. I've timed the games. Musical chairs ends at 1430. When the music stops, thirty-six sugar-crazed toddlers rush the cake. That's our window." "What about the clown?" "Deniable asset. He does balloons while we hit the garage. I've got a foil-lined duffel for the RFID tags." "You mean price stickers?" "Same technology. We snag the loot, exfil through the ball pit." "Not the ball pit. Last time I found a tooth." "Tic Tac." "It had roots!" "Focus. Reptile show distracts the birthday boy. Twelve minutes until pizza peaks parental supervision." "My grandmother stole diamonds from oligarchs." "She didn't have student loans. Remember the code: if I say 'the unicorn is horny,' abort." "What?" "The cake. If the horn falls, the mother rages. We scatter." "You're ridiculous." "I've practiced my 'fun uncle' smile." "You look like you're having a stroke." "Perfect. Children trust strokes. Check your earpiece." "It's a seashell." "Covert communication. Move out. And if the magician asks you to assist, refuse. I don't trust silk scarves." "Hairnets on?" "Hairnets on. Let's liberate some Nerf guns." "Operation: Goody Bag is a go."