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“So just to be clear,” Molly said, peering over her laptop. “The target is a six-year-old’s birthday party.” “The birthday boy is one Timothy Henderson,” Bill confirmed, pointing a finger at a crudely drawn map on the back of a napkin. “Intel suggests a soft target. Minimal security. One overweight Labrador retriever named ‘Snuffles’ who can be neutralized with a steak.” Molly sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Bill, we stole the Crown Jewels.” “Exactly! And this is a cakewalk! In at 3:15, during the piñata chaos. Out by 3:25, before the cake-cutting ceremony causes a distraction we can’t exploit.” “And the exit strategy?” “The treehouse. It’s a perfect blind spot. We lower the loot down the slide, into the waiting wagon.” “The wagon?” “It’s a red Radio Flyer. Classic model. Very reliable.” Molly stared at him. “You’re telling me our getaway vehicle is a child’s wagon?” “It’s got those big, all-terrain wheels, Molly! Look, are you in or not? The clown arrives in an hour.” “Fine. But if I have to wear a party hat, I’m keeping my share of the LEGOs.”