This is crazy,” said Dad K.

“We went over everything last night,” said Mom K. “It’s the only way. We don’t know who we can trust.”

Dad K., dressed in white overalls to look like a sign painter/billboard installer, lowered Mom K. on the climbing rope from the top of the giant underwear ad.

The morning traffic in Times Square down below looked like a swarming colony of ants.

Mom K. swung back and forth, right next to a huge belly button.

“IS THAT IT?” Dad K. called down.

Mom K. felt around for a latch or handle. “The blueprint showed it is right around here somewhere.”

Dad K. watched an NYC police van drive down Seventh Avenue. A light changed red and a small mob of people flowed across the street. No one looked up.

Dad K. checked the rope looped around a pipe, and reviewed their plan:

1. Approach IWANT Pulsar from above to avoid guards below.

2. Remove memory pod from IWANT Pulsar.

3. Get it to the president right away.

4. Do not leak any info to Mom K.’s ZIA or Dad K.’s DarkWave X.

“Got it!” said Mom K.

She popped open a hidden hatch panel and swung herself through the underwear model’s belly button.