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The warehouse loft smelled of dust and desperation. Molly squinted at the blueprints, her finger tracing a line. "It's a fortified position, Bill. Perimeter is soft—balloon arches and a bouncy castle—but the target is deep inside. The 'Treasure Room.' Also known as Karen's sunroom." Bill adjusted his beanie, peering over her shoulder. "Guard details?" "Two rotating sentries. 'Uncle Derek,' prone to napping in front of the football, and 'Aunt Susan,' a hawk with a prosecco lens. The main obstacle is a miniature, hyper-vigilant security system named 'Lily,' age seven. She never leaves the treasure." "So we go in disguised. Operation Pin the Tail on the Donkey." Bill chewed his lip. "Extraction route?" "Molly, age five, cousin's friend. You're her awkward dad, 'Steve.' We blend, we mingle, we load the gift sacks into the oversized diaper bag." She tapped a photo of a rainbow-colored piñata. "Diversion. You trigger a candy avalanche at 3:15. I'll make the grab during the sugar-fueled chaos." Bill nodded, a glint in his eye. "Clean. But what's our cover if we're made?" Molly handed him a party hat. "We're devastated parents. We just really, really wanted our kid to have a good birthday." She smirked. "Now, let's rehearse your small talk about preschool soccer. It’s key to the alibi."