"Stop eating the reconnaissance photos, Bill," Molly hissed, slapping his hand away. "I thought it was a napkin," Bill mumbled, wiping crumbs from his lips. "So, what’s the entry strategy for the bouncy castle?" "We ignore the castle. We are not infiltrating a vinyl air pocket; we are breaching the patio." "I’m just saying, if a six-year-old spots me, I need an exit strategy. Bouncing is faster than running." "You are not bouncing. You go in as the help. Here." She tossed him a greasy apron. "Caterer? That implies service. I don't do service, Molly. I do larceny." "You do what I tell you. Wait for the magician’s grand finale, then hit the gift table. Grab the big rectangular boxes. iPads, maybe a Switch." "What if there are socks? I’m not stealing socks." "Leave the socks. Take the electronics. And whatever you do, do not engage the piñata." "But it’s free candy, Molly. It’s literally falling from the sky." "It’s a trap. You get blindfolded, spun around, and beaten with a stick by a seven-year-old named Tyler." "I have a high pain tolerance." "Just get the loot. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "Don't steal the cake." "No promises."