Molly adjusted her sunglasses, despite the fact that the blinds were drawn. She watched the grainy digital feed of a suburban driveway, her eyes narrowing at the shadows cast by a plastic flamingo lawn ornament. "If we make any sudden movements, Bill, the motion sensors will triangulate our location faster than you can say 'nap time.' We are walking into a death trap disguised as a birthday bash." "Don't you panic on me now. You’re the brains. I’m the muscle. I’m built like a quarterback and look like a gentle giant." "You look like a sumo wrestler who ate a bad burrito. And you have high-pitched sneakers. Every time you step, the neighbors will hear the squeak of impending doom. It’s the sound of a stealth mission going horribly wrong." "It’s the squeak of justice. I’ll buy some gel pads. I’ll wear socks. I’ll be silent as a ninja." "Ninjas don't steal from toddlers, Bill. That’s a violation of the code. We are going to get caught. I can see it in my crystal ball. The police are going to take us away in handcuffs, and they are going to ask, 'Did you really steal the remote-controlled car?' and I’m going to have to say, 'Yes, sir, and the scooter too,' and it will be humiliating." "We won't get caught. We have the element of surprise. I’m going in as the clown. A scary clown, but a clown nonetheless. 'Hey kids! I brought presents!' I’ll sing songs. The music will distract them from the robbery." "You can't sing, Bill. You sound like a dying cat in a blender. That would attract the FBI, not the toddlers. What about the dress-up trunk?" "The trunk?" "Yes. We throw on the mouse ears and the tail. We act like extras in a Disney movie. They’ll think we’re just guests. We’ll eat the pizza, drink the juice, play pin the tail on the donkey, and when the adults aren't looking, we sneak into the pantry." "The pantry has candy. I might get hungry." "You are not going to eat the loot, Bill. We are professionals. Well, semi-professionals. We take the bags, we shuffle to the van, and we vanish into the sunset. Is that clear?" "Crystal clear. Except for the part where I sound like a dying cat. That’s a liability. I’m not going as a mouse." "Then I’ll be the fairy. You’ll be the ugly fairy." "That sounds like a great team. Let’s roll."