"Bill, stop sweating. We’re literally infiltrating the nursery sector right now." "It’s a house of terror! I’ve already spotted motion-sensitive surveillance cameras buried in the decorative ferns." "Pointy-toed shoes won't trigger those. Just clutch the diaper bag tight. We need a baby decoy." "I look like a looming predator, not a wet nurse." "Tape a picture of a giant carrot to your chest. Natives know produce. It's the universal currency." "My tail is showing. It ruins the illusion completely." "It accentuates the maternity vibe. Fine. But if the guard dog barks, I’m eating the karate belt for protein." "A bodyguard accessory. I’m terrified of the cake. That's a psychological weapon, Molly. Sugar overload makes toddlers dangerous." "Sugar rush means we can grab the loot without spilling. Sweeten up, Bill. The birthday boy is turning five. Five is a prime kidnapping number." "Wait, I thought he was seven?" "Same amount of lollipops to confiscate. Let's roll." "What if they ask for autographs?" "Run."