"Check the perimeter again," Bill whispered, adjusting a clip-on tie that was several shades too neon for a man of his criminal aspirations. "I checked it, Bill. It’s a bouncy castle. The perimeter is made of air and vinyl," Molly snapped. She was currently wedging a tactical earpiece into place, though it was mostly being used to block out the sound of a nearby kazoo solo. "Intel says the target is in the sunroom. The ‘Gift Mountain,’ they’re calling it. Very high altitude. Very dangerous," Bill said, tapping a diagram drawn in crayon on the back of a pizza box. "It’s a pile of LEGO sets and Paw Patrol merchandise, Bill. We aren't infiltrating the Louvre. We’re infiltrating a seven-year-old’s backyard." "But the security, Molly! Think of the security!" "You mean the Golden Retriever?" "He has a very suspicious bark! And he’s been eyeing my ham sandwich since we parked the van." Molly groaned, checking her watch. "The magician starts in five minutes. That’s our window. When he pulls the rabbit out, the demographic will be distracted. We slip through the sliding glass door, bag the loot, and vanish before the cake is served." "And if we get cornered by the mother?" Bill asked, his voice trembling slightly. "She looks like she does CrossFit, Molly. I saw her lift a cooler with one hand." "If she spots us, we pivot to Plan B." "Which is?" "We pretend to be the face painters who were supposedly stuck in traffic." "I can’t paint faces! The last time I tried to draw a cat, the police thought it was a topographical map of the Andes." "Then you’re the balloon animal guy. Just twist a long one into a circle and call it a donut. Kids are idiots, Bill. They have no standards." "I don't know," Bill said, peering through the binoculars. "Wait. Movement at twelve o'clock. It’s a toddler. He’s got a juice box. He looks like a snitch." "He’s sticky, Bill. He’s not a federal agent. Put the binoculars down before someone sees the reflection." "I’m just saying, the stakes are high. If we get caught, it’s not just jail. It’s social ostracization. We'll be the people who robbed little Timmy." "It’s little Kevin, actually. And Kevin has three iPads. He’s a hoarder. We’re practically Robin Hoods, but instead of giving to the poor, we’re giving to our overdue rent." "Do you think there’s a remote-control drone in there? I’ve always wanted one with a camera." "Focus! The rabbit is out! Go, go, go!" Bill scrambled out of the bushes, tripping over a plastic lawn flamingo. "My ankle! I think I’ve tripped a silent alarm!" "That was a bird feeder, you moron! Get to the door!" "I’m going! I’m going! Should I put the mask on now?" "No! It’s a birthday party! Put on the party hat and try to look like you’re having a mid-life crisis, not a felony!"