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The crumpled napkin, a masterpiece of crayon-and-spaghetti-stain cartography, lay between them on the rickety table. Molly squinted at it, tapping a corner labeled 'DOG BOWL – AVOID'. “So the primary extraction point is the bounce house?” Bill asked, scratching his chin. “Secondary,” Molly corrected, her voice a low whisper despite the empty safe house. “The primary is the slide. Faster egress. Timmy Johnson’s sixth birthday is a high-stakes operation.” Bill frowned. “What’s the contingency for a parental patrol?” “We use the distraction. You trigger the piñata early. Chaos ensues. While the little monsters scramble for Tootsie Rolls, I sweep the gift table.” “The payload is all squishy,” Bill muttered, examining a blurry photo of a wrapped box. “No jewels, no cash. Just a lot of plush toys and building blocks.” “Low security, high volume,” Molly said with a slick grin. “It’s genius. No one expects a heist at a puppet show.” She pointed a stern finger. “Just remember the golden rule: no taking cake until the job is done. A sugar-crashed thief is a captured thief.” Bill sighed, looking longingly at the napkin’s drawing of a sheet cake. “Fine. But I call dibs on anything Lego.”