Molly spread the napkin across the diner table and uncapped her marker. So the target is Timmy Henderson's seventh birthday party Bill said leaning forward. Correct. Intelligence suggests approximately thirty gifts valued at who knows what. Could be Legos Bill. Could be Legos. I'm in. What's our entry point? The bouncy castle Molly said. Security is focused on the front door where parents drop off presents. Nobody watches the backyard perimeter. Brilliant. And extraction? We pose as entertainment. You're a clown. Absolutely not. Bill you have the face for it. What does that mean exactly? It means you have a naturally comedic presence. I'll be your assistant. We do balloon animals for ten minutes then load the gifts into our oversized clown car. This is insane. These are children Molly. Children who won't even remember what they got by next Tuesday. We're teaching them about impermanence. It's philosophical really. And the parents? Will be too busy posting pictures to notice anything. Trust me I've studied their Instagram habits. Bill rubbed his temples. What about the dog? There's a dog? A golden retriever named Sprinkles. Bring treats. Sprinkles is now an asset not an obstacle.