"Alright, listen to the intake, I want to know what we’re walking into tonight," Molly said, sticking her head out the open window of the rusted maroon van. "We need to profile the target." Bill wiped his mouth on the back of a greasy sleeve, watching a Prius park around the corner. "It’s a house, Molly. It has walls and a roof. What is there to profile? The compost pile in the corner is terrifying, though." "The compost pile is strategic terrain, Bill. It covers the drainage pipes. The drones will never spot us." Molly slid back inside and slammed her clipboard onto the dashboard. "We need to secure the perimeter. The drone is in the glovebox, make sure it’s charged. If the bouncer tries to stop us, we zap him with the lazer." "I’m not zapping a bouncer," Bill hissed. "I’m talking about the dad in the Speedo. He’s gardening. We don’t touch the Speedo dad." "Intimidation is key, Bill. You look at him, you point to your holster, and he understands that this is a high-stakes extraction." She began fiddling with the seatbelts, clicking them on and off rhythmically. "Have you checked the inventory list?" "I saw the box sizes. The Sharpie scrawl on the side is almost unreadable." Bill sighed and pulled a pair of binoculars from his coat pocket. "Is that a Fortnite inflatable? That thing is massive. We’re going to need a dolly." "We use the shopping cart from the driveway. We’ll just say we’re returning it. It fits the narrative perfectly." Molly grabbed a bolt cutter from the floor mat. "Who steals a dolly, Bill?" "People who steal a two-thousand-dollar inflatable ninja turtle, that’s who." She shifted gears, the engine coughing violently before catching. "Now, are you ready to execute the plan?" "I’m ready to go home and watch Jeopardy. How is this a heist? It’s just... theft. It’s a string of petty larceny." "It’s an operation. The emotional payout of unwrapping new batteries and action figures is simply the currency. Think of it as marketing research." Molly killed the headlights and put the van in gear. "The guest of honor is inside screaming. The noise level will mask the sound of us sliding the glass doors. Stay sharp." "I can’t see a thing in this dark." "That’s because we’re in the alley, genius. Put the monocle on. I’m not driving the back way. The front gate is wide open. It’s destiny, Bill. The gift god is smiling upon us." "It’s definitely just because the neighbor forgot to lock it." Bill fumbled with the monocle. "Are we sure about the shovel? I told you, the shovel has teeth." "The shovel takes the treasure, Bill. It takes the treasure." Molly slammed on the gas. "Hit the roof."