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Molly traced a chubby crayon line on the map, which was actually a crude drawing of a bouncy castle next to a plate of biscuits. Bill leaned over her shoulder, his breath smelling faintly of cheese and onion crisps. “The target is heavily guarded,” Molly murmured, her eyes narrowing at a stick-figure labeled ‘Sharon (Vigilante Mom)’. “Perimeter is soft, but the patter of tiny feet creates unpredictable foot traffic.” Bill nodded grimly, tapping a spot marked ‘X’. “The loot will be concentrated here, under the ceremonial cake. We go in during the peak distraction.” “Which is?” “The piñata massacre. Maximum chaos.” He squinted at the map. “Extraction via slip-and-slide?” Molly shook her head. “Too risky. We’d get soggy. No, we use the garden gnome as a marker, exit through the hedge.” She folded the map with finality. The two master thieves sat in silence, the gravity of their mission settling over the dimly lit shed. They were going to rip off a six-year-old’s birthday party, and the stakes had never been so aggressively cheerful.