"Status report on the package," Molly hissed, crouching behind the hydrangeas. "Visual confirmed," Bill said, peeking over the fence. "It’s a pile of multicolored paper. High volume. We’re talking wrapping paper city." "Don't admire the architecture. We need extraction in three minutes. What's the hostiles situation?" "Six six-year-olds. High energy. Caffeinated beverages detected." "Soda?" "Correction: Fruit punch. Red dye number forty. They’re vibrating." "Terrifying. What about the clown?" "He’s twisting balloons into animals. He hasn't made a gun yet, so we’re safe." "Watch him. Clowns are unpredictable. What's our entry point?" "The gate. It’s unlocked. But there’s an obstacle." "A guard dog?" "A bouncy castle. It’s blocking the tactical path to the loot." "Go around." "Can’t. The piñata line is thick. We have to wait for the blindfold phase." "Okay. When the donkey gets hit, we move. Grab the biggest boxes. Nothing educational." "No board games?" "Board games are heavy and low profit, Bill. We want electronics. Hey, do you have the van running?" "Idling around the corner." "Good. On my signal, grab the goods and run like the cops are chasing you, but look like you’re playing tag." "Got it. Hey, Molly?" "What?" "Can I keep the party favor?" "We are stealing the party favors, you idiot. Move out."