"Check the perimeter again," Bill whispered, adjusting his overly tight clown wig. "The bouncy castle is a primary structural hazard." Molly rolled her eyes and checked her watch. "It is a four-year-old’s birthday, Bill, not Fort Knox. Do you have the distraction?" "I have the fermented juice boxes," Bill said, patting his pockets. "Those toddlers will be down for the count in minutes." "And the target?" Molly asked, pointing toward the mountain of brightly wrapped boxes near the cake. "The Lego Millennium Falcon is in the red bag," Bill confirmed. "But what about the security?" Molly squinted at a golden retriever napping by the fence. "The beast looks fearsome, but I brought premium beef jerky. It is a classic bribe." "Is the getaway tricycle fueled?" Bill asked nervously. "It is a plastic Huffy, Bill," Molly snapped. "Just pedal with your knees out. Did you bring the smoke bombs?" "They are actually glitter poppers," Bill admitted. "For theatrical flair." "Professionalism is dead," Molly sighed, pulling a mesh bag over her head. "On my signal, we initiate Operation Naptime. Don't trip over the juice." "I make no promises," Bill said, tripping immediately.