"Four bodies, zero heat signatures. Not exactly the grand finale of an Ocean's movie, Bill. This is more like a Greyhound bus robbery." Bill adjusted the sunglasses against the glare of the afternoon sun, his finger twitching as he scrutinized the map drawn on a napkin. "Don't sell us short, Molly. This is high-stakes. High-velocity. The target is the Payload, which we have estimated to be worth at least three packages of diapers and a half-deflated bouncy castle." "It’s a bouncy castle, Bill. It’s not liquid gold." "To a toddler, it is liquid gold. And the diapers? That’s paper currency. We are talking serious traffic here. The trick is the entry point. I’ve been analyzing the patterns of the parents. They are distracted. They are socializing, drinking lemonade, and discussing mortgages. It is a vacuum of security." "It’s a chaotic vacuum. There’s a dad practicing magic tricks. There’s a clown trying to inflate a balloon animal that looks suspiciously like a sausage." "Distractions are assets, Molly. They are gift-wrappers for our getaway. We just slip past the Sawdust Kid and seize the Wii U." "There is no Wi-Fi at a children's party, Bill. I checked the flyer. It's strictly '80s board games and passive-aggressive rivalry.' We are walking into a room of armed combatants." "Armed combatants. Yes. But we have the element of surprise. Or we will, once we deploy the smoke screen." "We don’t have a smoke screen." "We have the fog machine. The one that smells like a swamp." "I’m not inhaling swamp fumes inside a house full of first graders. That is bio-warfare." "We adjust the nozzle. It won't kill them. It will simply blanket the room in ambiguity. They will be too confused to push us off the cake. We take the cake. We take the loot. We vanish." "The cake has balloons on it. If we touch a balloon, we are grounded. I don't want to get grounded by a SpongeBob SquarePants inflatable." "The balloons are a red herring. The perimeter is weak. I saw a gate latch that looked like it required only the tiniest amount of torque. We just need to be nimble." "Nimble is my middle name. Unfortunately, my middle name is actually Gary." "Gary implies a lack of discipline. Forget the name. Focus on the mission. We walk in, we grab the iPad case, and we execute the Fade-Out. Remember the Fade-Out?" "The Fade-Out involves sprinting into a woodchip area while screaming nonsense. I threw up in the car on the way over. The white paint looks terrifyingly like bone fragments." "It’s an illusion. The white paint looks like snow, Molly. Imaginative play is part of the heist. We sell them the fantasy that we are just wild ravens needing to return to the trees." "I look like a raven in a track suit. And I’m not stealing the Xbox. That’s a liability. That’s a 240-volt trap." "It’s a liability until it’s in our possession. Then it’s a profit center. Give me the diversion plan again. The firework?" "We don’t have fireworks. We’re not terrorists." "We’re pirates. Everything is a firework. We set off a siren. A car alarm in the distance. It brings them out. While they are all looking out the window, screaming at the sky, we are inside, performing the heave-ho on the wrapped gifts. It’s basic psychological warfare." "Or, and hear me out, or we just walk to the door and knock." "Knock? Are you mad? That invites conversation. 'Hello, little boy, what have you brought for the... thieves?' No, we ambush the gift table. We do it hard and fast. Take, don't talk." "Take it all? Even the sparkly unicorn headband?" "Especially the unicorn headband. That looks expensive. Good texture. Handled with gloves? Don't forget the gloves." "I have the oven mitts." "Oven mitts? Molly, that’s not inconspicuous." "They look like fashion accessories, Bill. I’m a woman of mystery. I enter as Molly, I leave as... someone else." "Like who?" "I don't know. The Girl with the Oven Mitts. We ride off into the sunset. Just don't let me step on any Legos. Legos are the scariest part of this equation." "We’re professionals, Molly. We step on the Legos and we smile through the pain. That’s the commitment." "My commitment just ended. I want the lemonade." "The lemonade is the disguise agent." "I don't want to be disguised as a teenager. I want to be refreshed." "Move the van." "Where?" "Just move. Don't ask questions. The children are hungry, which means the parents are distracted, which means the door is open, and the scooters are accessible. Now, get out."