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Molly adjusted her black mask, squinting at the bouncing castle. Bill checked his lockpicking set, looking nervous. "Are you sure about this?" Bill whispered. "It is full of great toys," Molly said. "It is a small kindergarten party," Bill replied. "Think of the huge valuable LEGOs," Molly insisted. "There will be lots of angry parents," Bill noted. "They are distracted by sweet cake," Molly said. "And scary clowns," Bill added. "Clowns are chaotic cover," Molly agreed. She pointed at the gift table piled high with wrapped boxes. "That is the primary target," Molly stated. "It looks sticky," Bill observed. "We wear tactical gloves," Molly said. "What about the security?" Bill asked. "It is a pinata," Molly replied. Bill stared at her quietly. "You want to hit the security?" Bill asked. "No, the security guard is the pinata," Molly clarified. "This makes no sense," Bill said. "Just grab the expensive dolls," Molly ordered. She crawled slowly through the grass. Bill followed reluctantly behind her. "I hate children's birthdays," Bill muttered. "Silence," Molly commanded. They reached the table. "Go," Molly said. Bill quickly grabbed a box. "It rattles loudly," Bill said. "Why?" Molly asked. "Run," Molly loudly yelled.