Molly adjusted her night vision goggles and studied the blueprint, which was actually a crayon drawing taped to the dashboard of their stolen ice cream truck. The target sat three blocks away: a suburban split-level currently swarming with seven-year-olds who moved with the unpredictable chaos of sugar-crazed mercenaries. She checked her watch. The cake would emerge at exactly 1400 hours, creating the perfect diversion they needed to rappel from the oak tree, bypass the clown acting as security, and seize the gift table containing the valuable LEGO Millennium Falcon. Bill sat beside her, nervously picking frosting off his tactical vest, his face pale beneath the thick camouflage paint. He stared through binoculars at the bouncy castle, watching a small child wield a balloon sword with alarming aggression. He had signed up for banks, maybe art museums, but never imagined infiltrating a My Little Pony themed birthday party to steal plastic from screaming children. The LEGO set alone would fund their retirement, but morality felt sticky as spilled juice on carpet. "This is completely insane, Bill." Molly loaded her Nerf gun with bright pink grappling hooks. "Wear the ridiculous elf costume." "Absolutely never, Molly." "Then we both go in blind tonight."