"You're telling me we scale the fence during the bouncy castle distraction?" Bill asked, adjusting his ski mask in the rearview mirror. "Exactly," Molly whispered, checking her watch. "The second they sing 'Happy Birthday,' we slip through the kitchen door. Total audio cover." "What about the clown?" Bill asked nervously. "The clown's our inside man," Molly said. Bill paused. "The clown is in on this?" "He owes me fifty bucks from poker night," Molly explained. "He'll fake a pants-drop during the magic show. Absolute chaos. We grab the loot in the confusion." "Brilliant. And the presents?" Bill asked. "Stuffed animals, video games, three bikes. We load them into the decoy ice cream truck." "Wait," Bill said. "We're stealing an ice cream truck too?" "No, we rented it," Molly snapped. "Legitimate business expense. Keep up." Bill scratched his head. "What if the parents catch us?" "That's why you're wearing the mascot costume," Molly said. "Which mascot?" Bill asked suspiciously. "Barney the Dinosaur," Molly grinned. Bill groaned. "I hate purple." "Tough luck. Now practice your roar." "This is humiliating," Bill muttered. "You're complaining about a heist involving free cake and balloons?" "I'm complaining about the tail chafing." "Stop whining and grab the gift bags," Molly ordered. "Party starts in five."