"Target confirmed," Molly hissed, checking the perimeter. "The bouncy castle is unguarded." Bill adjusted his ski mask, looking miserable. "We’re really doing this? Robbing a six-year-old? The security is a single dad manning a grill." "It's a tactical barbecue distraction," Molly snapped. "Focus. The piñata is the primary vault. We breach the donkey, we secure the payload." "The payload is Tootsie Rolls, Molls. And maybe a plastic spider ring." "That ring is high-yield liquidation! Now, what’s the entry vector?" "The gate is open." "Too obvious. We deploy through the ball pit." Bill groaned. "I lost a shoe in a ball pit in '09. I’m still dealing with the PTSD." "Suck it up. If the clown gets hostile, use the balloon animals as a garrote. I need crowd control while I sweep the gift table." "This is insane. What if a kid cries?" "Then you offer him a distraction. Tell him you saw a unicorn." "A unicorn?" "Just do it! We move when they sing 'Happy Birthday'. The audio masking will be perfect." "Fine. But if I get glitter on this suit, I’m keeping the ransom money."