"So, the target is a six-year-old’s birthday bash? You’re serious right now?" "Deadly serious. We hit the bouncy castle at fourteen hundred hours sharp." "The bouncy castle? That’s our tactical insertion point?" "It’s the only blind spot. The parents are too busy arguing over cheap rosé to notice a tactical extraction from the ball pit." "What about the perimeter security?" "Golden Retriever named Buster. Loves peanut butter. I've got the distraction kibble right here." "And the loot?" "Wrapped boxes, mostly LEGOs and unrecognizable dolls. High resale value on the black market for desperate parents who forgot birthdays." "This is insane. We’re robbing a kid named Timmy." "We’re liberating assets. Look, are you in or are you going back to stealing copper wire from construction sites?" "I'm in. But if I see a clown, I'm bailing. I have a legitimate phobia." "Deal. Pass me the grappling hook. We need to scale the fence before the cake cutting ceremony starts." "You know, this isn't exactly Ocean's Eleven." "It's Ocean's Eleven-and-a-half. Now shut up and put on your ninja suit. The piñata waits for no man."