“The infiltration point is the back gate, during the ‘Pin the Tail on the Donkey’ phase,” Molly whispered, pointing at a crayon-smeared diagram. “Minimal security.” “What about the clown?” Bill adjusted his ski mask. “He’s an unknown variable. Could be an ex-Circus performer with deadly juggling skills.” “He’s a teenager named Kevin earning twenty bucks, Bill. You’ll be fine.” “And the bouncy castle? It’s a high-risk environment. Unpredictable trajectories. I saw a kid launch himself clear over the hedge.” “We are not breaching the bouncy castle.” “But it’s the perfect vault! Padded walls, no cameras… they could be hiding the really good stuff in there. The big Lego set.” “The presents are on a card table. Our extraction route is through the kitchen.” “What if the presents are a decoy? What if the real target is the goodie bags?” Bill’s eyes went wide. “They’ve got whistles and temporary tattoos, Molly. High-value assets.” “We are stealing the wrapped gifts, Bill. Not the party favors.” “It’s a rookie mistake to underestimate the party favors.”