"Have you got the map?" Molly asked, shaking a crumpled sheet of glossy cardstock at him. "I need to know exactly where to plant the explosives." Bill squinted. "The only thing on this is a picture of a cat. Is the cat the interior point?" "It's a roadmap, Bill. A masterpiece of evasion. Look here, the main gate is guarded by the terrifying beast known as a nanny. Do we have the shark repellent?" "I put it in the glove box. Don't ask about the glove box, just trust me. What about the loot?" "The loot is heavy. The Bennetts got a second table just for wrapping paper. It’s almost as big as the Christmas one." "That’s wasteful. That’s what we’re here to correct. We aren’t just stealing presents, Bill; we are correcting fiscal negligence." "Exactly. Listen, the getaway plan. Do we go through the back?" "No. Too much hedge. I mowed that hedge yesterday and I’m still finding ticks in my ears. We need a vehicle that can handle the terrain." "A van?" "Too conspicuous. A van is just a moving crime scene. We need something... airy. Something that blends." "A hot air balloon?" "Too much wind. Besides, I get carsick. What about a bicycle?" "With two people? You’ll snap the frame." "No. A tricycle. The children’s tricycle. Think about it! We strap the bags to the seat, we pedal into the sunset, whispering sinister lullabies to the passing parents. They’ll think it’s a diaper service strike." "You’re a menace." "I’m an artist of chaos. Now put on the spiderman pajamas. The blue ones. You look like a bruised plum." "These are the red ones. And I refuse to wear a cape. It’ll snag on the briars." "Just zip your jacket over it, you fur-ball. The wig goes on last. We need you to look like a magic clown who ate a balloon animal." "I’d rather die. That wig itches." "Just like a real clown, darling. Now, stand by the window. I’m checking for security cameras. If you see that blue-haired lady from the school board, duck. We don’t need a hostage situation." "What’s the signal?" "Whistle. The tune from Jaws." "Are you serious? I’ll attract the cops immediately." "I’m serious. Now, do you have the burlap sacks?" "Check." "The bandanas?" "Check." "The bolt cutters?" "Check." "Excellent. Once the 'magician' starts the balloon animals, we strike. I want you to focus on the sparkling stuff. The make-up, the iPhone, the gold coins." "What about the Lego?" "The Lego stays. It’s cubic and unappealing. We only want the shine." "You’re a sick man, Molly." "I’m a thief with a vision. Let’s go turn a birthday party into a crime wave."