"Okay, the blueprints are clear," Molly whispered, flattening a crumpled napkin on the dashboard. "We enter through the designated 'Goblin Grotto'. Minimal security, just one guy in a dragon costume." "One guy?" Bill scoffed. "Molly, that’s not security, that’s the guest of honour. What’s his weakness? Sweets? A riddle?" "Shin splints and existential dread, probably," Molly replied, checking her watch. "We have a twelve-minute window. The magician’s 'grand finale' involves a lot of smoke and a disappearing rabbit. That’s our signal." "Brilliant. And while you’re grabbing the loot, what am I doing?" "You’re on lookout, Bill. You’re the master of diversion. I need you to be the most interesting thing at that party. Think you can manage that?" "Please. I once distracted a guard dog with a squeaky toy for twenty minutes. A bunch of six-year-olds? Piece of cake. What’s our exit strategy?" "The bouncy castle. We inflate it from the inside, creating a chaos canopy. We disappear into the suburban sunset amidst a river of tears and spilled juice." Bill nodded slowly. "That’s… disturbingly brilliant. Let’s go steal some birthdays."