"Check the perimeter again," Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized clown wig. "It is a bouncy castle, Molly. The perimeter is inflatable," Bill replied, checking his watch. "Did you secure the getaway vehicle?" "The tricycle is primed and ready. Don't mock the streamers." "We need those Lego sets, Bill. The black market for plastic bricks is booming." "I am more focused on the birthday cake. It looks decadent." "Focus! The target is the pile of wrapped boxes near the juice boxes." "Why are we wearing tutus, exactly?" "Camouflage," Molly insisted, smearing glitter across her cheeks. "Birthday parties are chaotic. We blend in with the sugar-crashing toddlers." "I feel ridiculous. This pink tulle is incredibly itchy." "Pain is temporary, Bill. This haul of stuffed unicorns is forever." "Is the distraction prepared?" "I’ve hidden a remote-controlled car in the sandbox. When it starts moving, they’ll all swarm it like piranhas." "Brilliant," Bill admitted. "Then we strike?" "Then we strike," Molly confirmed, pulling down her goggles. "Remember, no mercy for the juice boxes." "Let’s get those toys." "Move out, Sparkle Team Alpha!" They crawled through the petunias, two grown adults in sparkles, ready to ruin a six-year-old’s afternoon.