"Bill, honey, I’ve looked at the intel," Molly whispered, poking at a photo of a rainbow-covered bouncy castle. "We are invading a sensory deprivation chamber where sugar is the weapon of mass destruction." "The inventory list doesn't care about the flavor of the weapon," Bill grunted, adjusting his tactical sunglasses. "There is an untouched gaming console and enough collectable cards to bankrupt a minor league baseball team." "It’s a teddy bear, Bill." "It’s a rare collectible, accessible only to a seasoned professional. We breach the perimeter, silently snatch the loot, and wait for the piñata to drown us out. We utilize the chaos as a distraction." "And what if the clown finds us?" "The clown is unarmed. We disarm him first. It's just bad luck. Now, where are the noise makers?" "I packed the bag of maracas." "Perfect."