"Target is locked," Molly whispered, scanning the manicured backyard. "The piñata is the primary threat. You take out the donkey, I secure the swag bag." Bill adjusted his balaclava nervously. "Do I really have to strike the donkey? It looks flimsy. Plus, I think I spotted a unicorn over by the juice boxes." "We stick to the plan, Bill. The donkey contains the chocolate gold coins. That is our liquidity." "I just feel bad stealing from toddlers. Have you seen their tiny, sticky fingers? It’s tragic." "They won't miss what they don't remember. We execute when the magician pulls the rabbit out of the hat. That is our chaos window." "Okay, but what about the balloons? I have a severe latex allergy." "Suck it up. We are looking at six, maybe seven unopened PlayStation games." "Right. PlayStation trumps hives. I go low, you go high?" "Negative. You go high. You are the distraction. Dance, Bill. Make them laugh." "Fine. But if I get glitter on my tactical turtleneck, I am taking your share." "Deal. On my signal. Three, two, one... Party time."