Bill adjusted his squeaky red nose. "It’s tactical camouflage, Molly. I blend with the indigenous population." "It squeaks when you breathe. We are stealing presents from six-year-olds, not infiltrating the Kremlin." "You underestimate their security. I saw a kid with a plastic badge. He looked vigilant." "He’s four. His gun shoots bubbles." "Biological warfare. Soap in the eyes. Instant blindness." "Focus. We breach through the bouncy castle." "Absolutely not. It’s a kinetic nightmare. A vortex of screaming limbs." "It’s the only unguarded entry point. The side gate has a piñata watch." "I still have a bruise from the last job." "Just get in, grab the red wagon, and get out. Don't engage the birthday boy." "Timmy? He’s a biter. I saw the look in his eyes. Pure predator." "He’s teething. Here." "What is this?" "A distraction. A glitter bomb." "You want to detonate glitter in a suburban living room?" "Chaos is our friend. Now move out before the magician starts making balloon animals." "I hate balloon animals. They judge you with those twisted, air-filled souls."