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Molly adjusted her fake mustache, staring at the bouncy castle looming against the suburban twilight. Bill checked his lockpicking set, though the target was merely a gate latched with plastic optimism. They crouched behind a bush, smelling dirt and impending felony. The target list included Lego sets, cash, and a specific limited edition toy car. Molly signaled with two fingers, indicating the threat level. A clown stood near the punch bowl, juggling sausages proficiently. Bill nodded, wiping sweat from his brow despite the chill. They needed precision. One wrong move and the PTA would descend upon them like angry hornets. The plan relied on distraction. Bill would trigger the sprinklers while Molly swept the gift table. It was morally questionable, targeting six-year-olds, but rent was due. Molly whispered the final instruction regarding timing and extraction protocols for efficiency. Bill whispered, "What about the clown juggling sausages?" Molly replied, "Ignore him. Focus on the gifts." Bill asked, "Is the cake chocolate?" Molly said, "It does not matter now." Bill checked. They waited. The clown slipped. Chaos erupted. Molly moved. She grabbed a bag of gifts. Bill followed, laden with boxes. They vanished into the night, leaving a muddy footprint on the lawn.