"The jungle gym is a nesting ground for spies. The toddler guard is distracted by the clown. We have a thirty-second window." "Don't celebrate yet. Check the objective list. We need a full profile." "Target one. Every single remote-controlled jeep. Target two. The heavy-duty T-Rex. Scooters are liabilities. Too many exposed wheels. They skid on the pavement." "Don't limit yourself, Bill. We need the volume. And the scooters." "Volume makes noise. We take the ball pit balls. We fill the duffel. It’s tactical camouflage." "Good thinking. But what about the hidden assets? The cash?" "Cash is traceable. We take the gift cards. The prepaid debit cards. Ideally, ones with a million dollars on them." "No universe exists where a kid has that much on a card. Stick to the action figures." "We take the action figures. We take the hamster. We take everything. It's a buffer zone." "All right. The clown is about to pop the balloon. Move!" "Copy that. I’m grabbing the T-Rex. You take the loot."