"Is the oversized lasso in the trunk?" Molly hissed, checking her watch. "It is, but I still don’t understand why we can’t just walk in the front door like regular guests," Bill whined, adjusting his oversized bowtie. "We have gifts." "Those are empty boxes, Bill! We are leaving with full boxes. That is the definition of a heist. Now, remember the plan?" "Distract the kids with the balloon animals, grab the loot from the den, and scram before the piñata drops?" "Exactly. But watch out for the parents." "The suburban dads?" "No, the moms. They’re ruthless. They know what a ten-year-old looks like, and Bill, you haven’t seen the inside of a gym since the nineties." "That’s why I’m wearing the fake mustache." "That makes you look like a kidnapper, not a magician." "Should I take it off?" "No! It draws attention away from your shaking hands. Now, are you ready to infiltrate?" "I just want to know one thing. Are we stealing the cake?" "We are not stealing the cake. We are high-stakes thieves, not pastry enthusiasts." "Because the cake looked expensive." "Fine. Put a slice in the van. Let’s go!"