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“Okay, so the mark is a seven-year-old named Timmy,” Molly said, unfolding a crayon-drawn map. Bill squinted. “You got the intel from his little sister, didn’t you?” “She traded for a juice box. Focus. The objective is in the backyard. Peak vulnerability is during the magician’s final act, right after the pinata but before the cake meltdown.” “Security?” Bill asked, rubbing his chin. “Heavy. Two ‘Tiger Moms,’ a sleep-deprived dad on coffee duty, and a golden retriever named ‘Sparkles’ with a known weakness for dropped cocktail wieners.” “Our entrance?” “We pose as the inflatable castle delivery team. Our exit is the same. We load the loot into the giant bounce house bag.” Bill stared at the map. “The sheer audacity. It’s beautiful.” “High risk, high reward. We’re talking top-tier Lego sets, Bill. The good kind with the little wrench. We’ll be in and out before anyone notices the presents are gone.” “And if we’re made?” Molly grinned, holding up a small, brightly wrapped box. “We give them this.” “A diversion?” “A whoopee cushion. They’ll be laughing too hard to call the cops.”