Bill flattened the blueprint against the damp brick wall of the alley. “Right, the point of entry is the ‘Pixie Dust Palace’ bouncy castle. We go in through the inflation duct.” Molly adjusted her black ski mask, which clashed terribly with her sequinned handbag. “Bill, darling, are you telling me I have to crawl through a tube that smells like a thousand tiny feet? I just had this dry-cleaned.” “It’s the only blind spot,” he insisted, checking his watch. “The sugar rush will peak in twenty minutes. The target is the pile of presents behind the balloon animal giraffe.” “I’m not going near that giraffe, Barry the Balloon Man gives me the creeps. His eyes are too happy. What about the cake?” “The cake is a diversionary tactic, Molly, not a target.” “But it’s a triple-chocolate fudge volcano! We could at least get a slice for the road?” “No cake! Focus! We are here for the Xboxes and the collectible action figures, not dessert. Now, pass me the grappling hook shaped like a candy cane.”