Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, which were actually just swimming goggles spray-painted black. She looked completely ridiculous. "You're sure this is the address?" Bill consulted a crumpled invitation he had fished from a Minions trash can behind the municipal park. "Princess Sparkle's Enchanted Kingdom Party. Ages four to six. Pin the tail at three o'clock." "We need the blueprints of the backyard." "I sketched the trampoline placement from Google Earth." Bill unfolded a napkin with crayon scribbles and suspicious juice stains. "Entry through the hedge maze, past the lemonade stand, straight to the gift table." Molly checked her digital watch, which displayed only 12:00 perpetually. "Cake cutting distraction in ten minutes. That's our window." "What about security?" "One clown. Possibly armed with balloons." Bill swallowed hard and clutched his crowbar with white knuckles. "I don't like balloons." "Nobody likes balloons, Bill. That's why we work fast." She handed him a sack with a crudely drawn dollar sign printed on it. "Remember: stuffed animals, gift cards, anything wrapped in dinosaur paper. No fruit snacks." "Got it." Bill pulled his ski mask over his face, revealing a hole he'd accidentally cut for his mouth. "Let's steal Christmas in July." "It's October." "Even better. These kids need to learn about disappointment sometime."