"The back door is glass, Molly. It’s too risky," Bill warned, tapping his temple. "Then we sneak past the parents," she retorted. "We pretend to be lost waiters. We ask for directions to the break room." "In a four-year-old's birthday party?" "Adults love incompetence. We offer free cotton candy. While their sugar high peaks, I’ll grab the gift bags and slip them into my pocket." "Who are we?" "We are the magicians. Jean-Claude and Pierre. We saw your wallet through the window, Monsieur. We will give it back if you hand over the loot." "This is extortion!" "It’s a heist! Focus! The clown is changing the balloons, that’s our window. Three seconds." "I’m ready." "Don't fart in the costume, Bill. You’ll ruin the illusion." "My waistband is airtight." "Good. On three. One, two..."