"Check the perimeter," Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized bowtie. "The perimeter is a bouncy castle, Molly," Bill sighed. "High-density bounce technology is a serious security risk." Bill squinted at the blueprints drawn in pink crayon. "We enter through the ball pit." "And the distraction?" "I’ve got the cake," Bill said, patting a suspiciously lumpy duffel bag. "The chocolate sheet cake?" "With fudge icing. It’s their kryptonite." Molly checked her watch. "The clown arrives at fourteen-hundred hours. That’s our window." "Do we have the getaway vehicle ready?" "The tricycle is greased and waiting behind the azaleas." Bill looked nervous. "What if the toddler in the dragon suit sees us?" "Standard bribe," Molly replied. "One juice box, no pulp." "Is it ethical to rob a six-year-old?" "He’s got a pony, Bill. He’s the one percent." "Good point," Bill nodded. "Let’s bag those Legos." "Remember, no squeaky shoes." "I used the WD-40 on my sneakers." "Then let’s move," Molly commanded. "Operation Naptime is a go." "I really hope there’s a gift receipt for that karaoke machine," Bill muttered, following her into the fray.