Ryan crouched low behind the foam pirate ship, watching the staffers circle the play area like hawks. Kyan sat cross-legged beside him, her drawing pad forgotten for once. Clint pressed his back to the wall, eyes sharp and excited like this was the most fun he’d had all week.
“Okay,” Ryan whispered, “remember the plan. Clint knocks over the toys, everyone runs to clean up, and we slip out the bathroom exit.”
Kyan raised her hand like she was in class. “What if they see us?”
Ryan’s jaw tightened. “Then we improvise. But we can’t mess this up.”
Clint’s grin widened. “Don’t worry, I’m the king of distractions.”
Before Ryan could say more, a familiar voice piped up behind them. “What are you three doing?”
The three of them froze. Slowly, they turned around to see Miguel Monroe standing t
