Molly adjusted her binoculars from the van's passenger seat, scanning the suburban battlefield through a haze of slightly tinted glass. The target location was a backyard fortress, heavily defended by a bouncy castle, a petting zoo, and one terrifying clown making balloon animals. The stakes were high. "We need a diversion, Bill. That dad by the grill looks like an ex-linebacker," Molly whispered, lowering the lenses slowly to avoid detection. Bill studied the clipboard blueprint, which was actually just a crayon drawing on a grease-stained napkin. He looked confident, though his confidence was often misplaced. "Leave him to me. I’ll create a disturbance near the punch bowl while you hit the gift table," Bill said, tapping the crude map. "You’re going to spike the punch? At a six-year-old's party? That’s low, even for us," Molly replied, raising a skeptical eyebrow at her partner. "Not spike it. Spill it. Gravity does the work," Bill countered with a wide grin. "While they clean up the spill, you bag the Wii and the Legos. We want high resale value, not sentimental macaroni art." "And if the clown spots me?" Molly asked, shivering visibly at the thought of the white-faced sentinel watching her every move. "Give him a balloon animal. A dog, preferably. It disarms them every time." Molly sighed, grabbing the empty duffel bag from the backseat floorboard. The plan was flimsy, but rent was due and their options were limited. "Fine. But if I get stuck in that bouncy castle, I’m leaving you behind." "Noted. Now, let’s go make some dreams come true. By crushing them."