"Check the perimeter," Molly whispered, crouching behind a hydrangea. "I see three piñatas and a clown making balloon animals," Bill said, trembling. "The security is tighter than expected." "It's a six-year-old's party, Bill, not Fort Knox. Where are the presents?" "Piled high near the bouncy castle. But there's a toddler guarding them. He looks feral." "He's wearing a drool bib, you coward. You take the left flank, I'll create a diversion." "What kind of diversion?" "I'm going to pop the inflatable dinosaur." "Molly, that's psychological warfare. These kids are fragile." "These kids are sitting on a mountain of Lego and iPads. We need that haul to pay off Louie the Shark." "Can't we just rob a bank? Bankers don't cry when you take their things." "Just grab the biggest box and run. And for the love of God, don't make eye contact with the clown." "Why? Is he undercover?" "No, he's just creepy. Move out."