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"Bill, are you sure this is the target?" Molly whispered, peering over the fence at the bouncy castle. "It's a six-year-old's birthday." "Exactly, Molls! No alarms, just sugar-crazed toddlers and a mountain of wrapped loot," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask which was currently sliding over one eye. "But the security is intense. Did you see that clown? He looks suspiciously sober." "That's not security, that's Uncle Gary. He's passed out by the punch bowl within twenty minutes," Bill scoffed. "And the dog? That Golden Retriever looks alert." "I brought bacon. High-grade, crispy bacon. The dog is ours." Molly sighed, checking her lockpick set. "So, the plan? Smash the piñata distraction, grab the LEGO sets, and vanish before cake time?" "Perfect. We hit the big boxes first. Nobody suspects a theft during 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey.' It's chaotic genius." "What if a parent catches us?" "We tell them we're the new, edgy entertainers. 'The Burglar Brothers.' Kids love danger." "That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard." "Stupid or not, imagine the resale value of those remote-control cars. Come on, grab the sack." "Fine. But if I get glitter on my boots, I'm blaming you." "Deal. Now, let's go steal some childhood joy." "You're a monster, Bill." "I'm a professional, Molly. Now move."