“Are you sure this is the blueprint, Bill? It looks like a crayon drawing of a dinosaur eating a fire truck.” “That’s because it is, Molly. I stole it from little Timmy’s fridge. His dad’s the security consultant for the entire plaza. This isn’t just a map, it’s a psychological profile. The dinosaur represents the guard’s deep-seated fear of failure. The fire truck is his unresolved anger towards his mother.” “You’re making that up.” “Am I? Look at the guard route. He paces right by the bouncy castle every seven minutes. Why? Because his own childhood was joyless. He’s drawn to the laughter. We can use that.” “Use it to do what, give him a hug? We’re there for the presents, not to provide emotional support for a man in a uniform.” “Distraction, Molly! Pure and simple. While he’s lost in a reverie of what could have been, I’ll be inside the ball pit, casing the joint.” “The ball pit? Bill, that’s a biohazard zone. A kid probably peed in there five minutes ago.” “It’s a perfect hiding spot. No one looks twice at a grown man in a ball pit. They just assume he’s having a midlife crisis. You’ll be on the outside, creating a diversion.” “What kind of diversion?” “You’re going to challenge the birthday girl to a dance-off.” “A dance-off? Bill, I’m a professional thief. I specialise in safe-cracking and stealth, not the floss.” “Exactly! No one will suspect a thing. You’ll be the weird, overly enthusiastic adult. I’ll be the sad man in the balls. We’re invisible. While everyone’s watching you bust a move, I’ll be grabbing the presents.” “And how do you propose we get a pile of wrapped gifts out of there? They’re going to notice a man leaving with an armful of Barbie dreamhouses.” “We won’t carry them out. We’ll have them delivered.” “Delivered? How?” “I’ve already posed as a parent and ordered a giant pizza. When the delivery kid shows up, we’ll stuff the presents into his insulated bag, tip him a twenty, and send him on his way. The pizza will be our alibi. We’ll be eating it when the real delivery arrives.” “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?” “Almost. I still need you to confirm the guard’s vulnerability.” “Fine. I’ll go over there and ask him if he likes clowns. If he flinches, your theory is correct.”