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The warehouse was dark, save for the single bare bulb illuminating a table covered in blueprints and pastry crumbs. Molly, peering through a jewelers loupe, delicately soldered a wire to a tiny music box mechanism. “The target is a seven-year-old’s birthday party,” she said without looking up. “Security is tight. Chuck E. Cheese level.” Bill, tightening the bolts on a small, wheeled dolly, scoffed. “A kid’s party? Molly, we’re artists. We stole the Crown Jewels of Luxembourg.” “The ‘jewels’ were paste, Bill. You were duped by a tourist trap.” She held up her creation. “This is a high-frequency emitter. It plays ‘Happy Birthday’ at a pitch only canines and irritable toddlers can hear. Causes maximum, beautiful chaos.” “So, the extraction?” “Simple. You go in as the balloon-animal guy. I’ll be the overly-affectionate aunt. When the emitter goes off, you grab the loot. I’ll handle the ‘distraction’.” She produced a large, industrial-sized whoopee cushion. Bill stared. “A whoopee cushion? That’s the masterstroke?” “In a room full of seven-year-olds?” Molly grinned. “It’s a weapon of mass distraction.”