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The blueprint was spread across the stolen ‘My Little Pony’ tablecloth, a garish splash of pink against the grimy diner table. Molly tapped a stubby finger on a diagram of a bouncy castle. “In through the ‘Enchanted Forest’ obstacle course. It’s the weak point. The volunteer is always texting her boyfriend.” Bill, nursing a lukacide of lukewarm coffee, grunted in reply. He was meticulously polishing a pair of oversized clown shoes. “Distraction is key. You create the chaos, I’ll grab the goods. We have a three-minute window before the piñata break.” She slid a pair of sticky-fingered gloves across the table. “Remember, no crying children. It’s bad for business.” Bill finally looked up, a glint of manic glee in his eyes. “Presents, Molly. Think of the loot.” He slipped on a bright red nose. “Let’s go ruin some birthdays.”