“Are you sure this is the right address, Bill? It smells suspiciously like joy and frosting.” “Positive, Molly. 321 Sugarplum Lane. Intel says the presents are in the master bedroom, away from the sticky-fingered guests.” “Sticky-fingered guests? Bill, we’re about to burgle a six-year-old’s birthday party. Our moral compass is spinning like a dreidel.” “Focus! The parents are distracted by a man in a giant bear costume. It’s the perfect window of opportunity.” “A window? I was thinking of just walking through the front door. No one suspects a guest at a child’s party.” “They will when you try to leave with an armful of wrapped gifts. We go in through the den window. It’s always unlocked.” “Fine. But if I see a piñata, I’m taking a swing at it. For research purposes.” “Molly, for the love of loot, just stick to the plan. Get in, grab the goods, get out. No detours, no candy.” “You’re no fun. Okay, lead on, Captain Grump. Let’s go ruin some childhoods.”