"What are we wearing, Bill?" "I was thinking tactical black." "It’s a bouncy castle rental store, Bill, not the Louvre. If we go in there looking like ninjas, we’re going to stand out against the primary colors and the glitter glue. We’re wearing the suits." "The velvet ones? I look like a depressed blueberry in mine." "You look like a professional children's entertainer. We are the Great Gazoo and his assistant, Sparkle-Toes. I’ve already printed the business cards." "I am not going by Sparkle-Toes. I have a reputation in the tri-state area." "Your reputation is for tripping over a laser grid at the history museum. Today, your reputation is making balloon poodles. Now, tell me the layout." "Right. The target is a six-year-old named Tyler. He’s a Leo. High energy, low attention span." "I don't need his horoscope. Where are the gifts?" "In the Living Room Zone. It’s a high-traffic area, Molly. We’re talking twelve toddlers, three exhausted suburban parents, and a golden retriever that hasn't been fed since breakfast. It’s a gauntlet." "And the cake?" "Scheduled for two o'clock. That’s our window. When the singing starts, everyone looks at the kid. Nobody looks at the pile of Lego sets and overpriced plushies." "Exactly. The Happy Birthday diversion. It’s a classic for a reason. Do we have the extraction vehicle?" "The Honda Odyssey is gassed up. I even put a ‘Baby on Board’ sticker on the back so the cops won't pull us over if I take a corner too fast." "Good thinking. What about the gift bags?" "I’ve got fake ones. We swap the real loot for bags filled with those little plastic whistles and sugar-free gummies. By the time they realize they’ve been robbed, we’ll be halfway to the pawn shop with twelve vintage-edition Barbie dream houses." "Bill, it’s a six-year-old’s birthday. There aren't vintage Barbies. It’s mostly going to be Roblox credits and slime kits." "Is slime liquid? Can we fence slime?" "We aren't fencing it. We’re selling it back to the black market moms on Facebook Marketplace. It’s a closed-loop economy." "I don't like the dog, Molly. He looked at me funny when I did the reconnaissance." "You did reconnaissance? At a Chuck E. Cheese?" "I had to know the vibe! The dog is a wild card. He knows I’m not Gazoo. He smells the larceny on me." "He smells the ham sandwich you had for lunch. Just stay focused. When the candles are lit, we bag the goods and exit through the patio. If anyone asks, we’re going to the van to get more glitter." "I hate glitter. It stays in the carpet for years. It’s the ultimate forensic evidence." "Then don't spill it. Do you have the nose?" "The red foam one?" "The red foam one." "I have it. But I’m still not being Sparkle-Toes." "Fine. You can be Captain Cupcake. Now get in the van. We’ve got a heist to pull."