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The air in the van was thick with cheap coffee and cheaper ambition. Molly peered through binoculars at the sprawling suburban backyard. “The target is fortified. Balloon moat. Bouncy castle drawbridge. A legion of sugar-fueled nine-year-olds.” Bill, studying a crayon map, nodded. “Our intel says the presents are consolidated at the foot of the Slide of Justice. The primary guard is a man in a soiled dinosaur costume answering to ‘Mr. Wiggles.’ His nap schedule is unpredictable.” Molly adjusted her headset. “We go in disguised as the missing clowns. You handle the diversion. I’ll bag the loot.” “My back’s still sore from the piñata extraction last month,” Bill grumbled, rubbing his shoulder. “That was a clean job. We got the candy and the novelty sunglasses.” “The birthday boy cried.” “Collateral damage,” Molly said, shrugging. “This is cleaner. In and out before the cake is served. The parents will be distracted by the impending frosting chaos.” Bill tested the extendable claw hidden in his sleeve. “And the exit strategy?” “The slip-n-slide to the neighbor’s hedge. The van will be idling behind the recycling bins.” “I don’t like it. It’s messy.” “It’s a birthday party, Bill. Everything’s messy.” She handed him a giant red nose. “Now, smile. You’re a professional.”