Molly: Bill, are you hyperventilating? We are wearing the tactical pajamas, which means we are invisible. Ignore the bouncing castle, it’s cheap PVC. Look at the prize pile. The diamond-encrusted tiara, the hoverboard, the Xbox. This is the vault, Bill. The holy grail of suburban domesticity. Bill: We are not stealing a hoverboard. It’s heavy. It creates drag. We’re swimmers. We glide. Besides, look at the noise. That trumpet player is insane. You can’t execute a flawless extraction to a full-on brass section. Molly: Not if you’re pushing a hoverboard uphill to the getaway car. Give me the grappling hook. The one with the sticky pad. If we don’t secure the perimeter, the toddlers will overrun us. Hand over the device. Bill: The toddlers are adorable. Look at that one with the pumpkin costume. He’s waving at me. Plus, the sticky pad leaves residue. We’ll be arrested for graffiti. Molly: Wave back. He thinks you’re Santa. Now, get the loot. The hoverboard is heavy. I can’t carry it alone. And it has a GPS tracker inside. Bill: Fine. I’ll carry the princess crown. It has jewels. Jewels are heavy, right? Molly: No, they're light. You’re just weak. Let's go.