“Point of entry is the garden gate. We bypass the canine unit,” Molly whispered, pointing at a crudely drawn map. “Molly, the ‘canine unit’ is a golden retriever named Barnaby. His only attack is a slobbery muzzle.” “Fine. I’ll create a diversion. Lure the parents to the bouncy castle.” “You’ll get stuck in the inflatable vortex again. I’m not pulling you out while Brenda’s serving juice boxes.” “Then we grab the motherlode and make for the extraction vehicle.” “The minivan? We need to be gone before the magician arrives at three. He knows my face from that ill-fated rabbit heist.” “Focus, Bill. The payload. All those unopened presents.” “I am focused,” Bill hissed, his eyes gleaming. “I saw a remote-control dinosaur in one of those bags. A big one.”