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Molly adjusted her night-vision goggles, staring at the colorful bouncy castle. Bill chewed his fingernails nervously beside her in the van. "Remember, no witnesses," Molly whispered sharply while adjusting her glove. "What about the clown?" Bill asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Clowns do not count. They are merely illusions." "He looked solid to me." Molly sighed loudly, checking the detailed blueprint of the venue again. "Grab LEGO, cash, and teddy bear. Leave crayons." "Why no crayons at all?" "Resale value is terrible. They break easily inside sacks." Bill shifted uncomfortably in his sticky vinyl seat. "Is it wrong morally? They are tiny humans." "They are insured. Focus on the loot pile near the cake." "What if a toddler wakes up?" "Distract them with a shiny object. Or throw Bill into the ball pit." "That is not funny really." "It is purely tactical." Molly opened the heavy van door slowly. The sound of distant happy birthday echoes drifted out into the dark night air. "Move out now. And Bill?" "Yeah?" "If squeaky shoes, run fast." Bill nodded silently, gripping his empty burlap sack tightly. They crept toward the inflatable fortress, ready to commit the perfect crime against kindergarten security systems tonight.