"Did you map the escape route?" Molly asked, peering through the binoculars. "Perfectly," Bill said, smearing shoe polish on his cheeks. "We exit through the kitchen, grab a juice box for the road, and vault the fence." "Forget the juice box. What about the hostile targets?" "They're six, Molly. I think I can take them." "You underestimate their grip strength. Have you ever seen a toddler hold a lollipop? It’s ironclad." "I have flashbangs." "You have what?" "Flashbangs. Party poppers. Confetti bombs. It’ll blind them temporarily." "You’re going to blind children?" "Temporarily! It’s a tactical necessity. Now, is the safehouse prepped?" "The van is parked down the street." "Good. What’s the haul looking like?" "Reports say a bouncy castle, three Lego sets, and a pony." "A pony? We can’t fence a pony, Bill." "We keep the pony. For transport." "We are not keeping a pony in the apartment." "Fine. We ransom the pony. Now, help me with this tutu." "Why are you wearing a tutu?" "It’s a princess theme! Do you want us to stand out?"