"The perimeter is clear, but it’s ridiculous," Bill whispered, peering through the blinds. "Why is the front lawn covered in plastic flamingos?" "They’re the decoy, Bill. Don't get distracted. Focus on the loot." Molly checked her watch. "The parents are distracted by the clown. We have three minutes." "I’ve rigged the doorknob with the rubber band and string. Classic." He lowered his voice. "I’m going to enter through the kitchen. You hit the hallway." "The hallway is a minefield of toys. How are we getting past the waffle maker?" "Walk under it. Carefully. But we need to hit the playroom. The pink box in the corner." "The big one with the dinosaur sticker?" "Exactly. I’ll use the smoke bomb. It’s an old vintage smoke bomb I bought off a vet." "It says 'Danger: Poison Gas.' Bill, we are stealing presents at a birthday party." "It’s not poison. It’s yellow smoke. Go. Move!"