Molly adjusted the rearview mirror, checking for patrol cars, but the street was quiet. "We have a visual on the perimeter. The balloons are green and pink. I repeat, the balloons are green and pink." "Are we seriously using military comms for a suburban house?" Bill asked, fidgeting with the oversized novelty glasses taped to his face. "It sets the tone. Tone is everything. Now, what’s the status on the escape vehicle?" "The minivan is running. I put the 'Baby on Board' sign in the window just like you said. We look like a tired soccer dad and his weird brother." "Good. We need to blend in. Now, recon on the target. The pile?" Bill peered through the bushes. "It’s substantial. I see wrapping paper with dinosaurs, Star Wars, maybe a unicycle. It’s a mountain, Molly. A mountain of sadness." "It’s a mountain of opportunity. Think about the secondary market. That unicycle alone is worth fifty bucks on a good day." "Who buys a stolen unicycle from a guy in a trench coat? Don't you have to have balance? And coordination?" "People buy hope, Bill. People buy the dream of learning to ride. Now, watch the dog. The poodle is the linchpin of their security system." "The poodle is wearing a tutu." "That’s just a disguise. Don’t underestimate it. We wait for the magician. The balloon animal phase is the critical window of distraction." "I still don't get why we couldn't just hit a bank. A bank has money. This has... tamagotchis." "Banks have guards. Guns. Silent alarms. Six-year-olds have sticky fingers and short attention spans. It’s the perfect crime. You walk in, grab the loot, and if anyone catches you, you just say you’re playing a game." "What if the dad tries to stop us?" "You deploy the glitter bomb." Bill patted his pocket nervously. "I’m going to get glitter in my lungs. I’m going to be coughing up sparkles for weeks." "That’s the price of freedom. Look, the magician is pulling a rabbit out of a hat. The crowd is losing their minds. This is it." "I feel like a monster." "You’re a businessman providing a logistical service. Go. And remember, don't step on the flowers. We’re thieves, not vandals." "Fine. But if I see a teddy bear with a cute face, I’m taking it for myself." "Just get the goods, you soft-hearted idiot."