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Molly peered through the dusty old binoculars, squinting intently at the inflatable bouncy castle dominating the backyard lawn. "It is heavily guarded," she whispered softly. Bill chewed his stale gum nervously while leaning against the rough brick wall outside the venue. "By who? Clowns?" "Worse. Soccer moms with strollers." Bill sighed deeply, adjusting his itchy black ski mask over his ears. "The loot better be worth it. I hate birthday parties." "Think of the Xboxes, Bill. Think of the massive Lego sets." "What about gum in pockets? That is waste." Molly lowered the binoculars slowly and turned to face her partner directly. "We go in during cake cutting. Chaos is our cover." "And the exit strategy?" "We blend in with magicians." Bill looked very skeptical regarding the plan. "I do not know any tricks." "Just wear a top hat and look confused." She checked her watch carefully. "Showtime. Remember, no eating the evidence." Bill stood up, cracking his knuckles loudly. "Fine. If I get glitter on my suit, you pay dry cleaning." Molly smiled, grabbing the empty sack. "Deal. Move before the pony ride starts." They crept quietly toward the fence, shadows lengthening against the bright pink decorations.