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Are you seriously wearing a tactical turtleneck to a six-year-old’s birthday party, Bill? It is a tactleneck, Molly, and it exudes professional stealth. It exudes guy who is banned from public parks. Put on the clown nose. I am not wearing the nose. It compromises my peripheral vision and smells faintly of old vinegar. If you don't wear the nose, the soccer moms will know we don't belong to the entertainment agency. We need total integration. Did you memorize the balloon animal handbook like I asked? I can make a sword. And? Just the sword, Molly. If a child requests a dachshund, I will simply tell them the dog has been defeated by my balloon sword. We are stealing thirty-seven high-end toy packages, Bill, not starting a medieval crusade. Did you disable the patio security camera? I smeared organic peanut butter over the lens. It was all I could find in the pantry. Peanut butter? You don’t think the homeowner is going to notice a sudden influx of highly motivated neighborhood squirrels swarming his surveillance equipment? The squirrels will provide a natural distraction. It’s genius. Have you located the target zone? The loot is piled on the gift table next to the bouncy castle. The crown jewel is a motorized miniature Lamborghini. It is remote-controlled, leather-seated, and currently retailing for eight hundred dollars. We can fit that in the back of the station wagon? If we fold down the seats and leave your stupid giant birthday cake prop behind, yes. But the cake is our transport mechanism for the smaller gifts! We can just use trash bags, Bill. It's a heist, not a magic show. Trash bags lack theatricality. I don't care about theatricality, I care about fence value. Now, what's the plan for the sugar-crazed pack of tiny humans? I have prepared a distraction. I will initiate a game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey, but with a highly complex set of rules that will hypnotize them. They are six. Their attention span is that of a caffeinated gnat. Then I will release the juice boxes. I spiked them. With what? Bill, tell me you didn't drug children. With generic brand energy drinks, Molly. They will enter a state of hyperactive vibration, destroy the bouncy castle from the inside out, and create a vortex of chaos. During the screaming pandemonium, we slip out the side gate with the Lamborghini and the bags. That is surprisingly dark and highly effective. Thank you. I pride myself on youth psychology. Alright, the clown music is starting. Put the nose on, grab the balloon pump, and let's go make some kids cry. For the record, I still think the cake prop would have looked magnificent.