"Check the perimeter," Molly whispered, adjusting her oversized spectacles. "The bouncy castle is a primary structural hazard." Bill squinted at the colorful inflatable. "Is the perimeter guarded by juice boxes?" "Those toddlers are tactical geniuses, Bill. One sticky hand on your trousers and the whole stealth operation is compromised." "I am wearing my tactical cargo shorts for a reason," he snapped back. "I have pockets specifically for juice boxes." "Focus on the loot. The pile of gifts is currently sitting between a bowl of cheese puffs and a clown named Pickles." "Do we take the bicycle?" Bill asked, pointing at the shiny red frame near the slide. "Too heavy for the fence. We prioritize the small boxes. Jewelry, cash, maybe a high-end Lego set." "I heard Timmy is getting a drone," Bill noted, checking his watch. "The cake ceremony begins in four minutes." "That is our window. Once the singing starts, the peripheral vision of every adult in the room drops to zero." "What if the clown sees us?" "Pickles is a mercenary," Molly said coldly. "He is only here for the paycheck. He won't talk if we give him a balloon animal." "Let's move."