"Check the perimeter," Molly whispered, adjusting her itchy pink tutu. "The perimeter is guarded by a golden retriever with a serious drool problem," Bill grumbled, struggling to pull a spandex superhero mask over his receding hairline. "Why am I Captain Justice?" "Because the theme is 'Heroes and Fairies,' Bill. Do you want the juice boxes or not?" "I want the Lego Death Star in the corner. That goes for three hundred on the secondary market." "Focus. The target pile is behind the bouncy castle." "The bouncy castle? That’s a tactical deathtrap," Bill hissed, tripped over his own plastic cape. "One wrong step and I'm a human projectile." "Wait for the cake. When the kids start screaming for frosting, we strike." "What about the clown?" "He’s a distraction. I paid him twenty bucks to create a balloon animal stampede." "Genius," Bill admitted, eyeing the mountain of wrapped boxes. "What if there’s a ball pit?" "No detours, Bill. We grab the loot and vanish before the magician starts." "I hate magicians. They always find my hidden pockets." "Move out, Captain. It’s showtime." "Ready when you are, Fairy Godmother."