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"Okay, so I’ve blueprinted the target," Molly said, spreading a crayon-drawn map on the table. “It’s a fortified playpen at the McAllister residence. High chair sentry at four o’clock.” Bill squinted. “Is that a chocolate pudding moat?” “Affirmative. But our window is small. The asset transfer happens during 'Happy Birthday'. The guests are distracted, singing the ritual song. That’s our in.” “Guards?” “One tall, skinny one they call 'Uncle Dan'. He’ll be manning the grill. Easily neutralized with a bad dad joke. The primary security is a six-year-old named Timmy. Hyper-vigilant. Loves his new toy fire truck. He will not let it out of his sight.” “So we separate him from the truck?” “No. We steal the truck. He’ll follow the asset, leading him right into our diversion: a rogue piñata. We grab the loot from the gift table during the ensuing sugar-fueled chaos.” Bill nodded grimly. “The perfect crime. What’s the exit strategy?” “Standard birthday party protocol. We blend into the fleeing parents. They call it ‘the witching hour’. Nobody questions a screaming adult with a stuffed goody bag.” “I love it. This is our biggest job yet.” “The biggest. Operation: Tiny Tim’s Loot is a go.”