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Molly adjusted her heavy binoculars and peered through the oak tree branches. Across the manicured lawn, thirty sticky children swarmed a huge mountain of brightly wrapped boxes. "The clown is the primary muscle." Bill sighed heavily, wiping melted chocolate slowly off his tactical turtleneck. "I know. He makes balloon animals with terrifying speed." Molly lowered her lenses, sketching a crude map on her wrist. "We strike when the pinata drops. Have you secured the getaway vehicle?" Bill produced a set of jingling keys from his pocket. "Yes. An ice cream truck. We blend right in." Molly nodded, calculating the perimeter threat level carefully. "Perfect. What about the sugar rush? Those toddlers are basically tiny unstable guards." Bill tapped his utility belt. "I brought juice boxes laced with warm milk." She smiled. "Brilliant. And the bouncy castle?" Bill checked his digital watch. "Deflating it at noon. As the rubber collapses, we grab the gift pile." Molly noticed a massive shape. "Even the giant tricycle?" He finally stretched. "Especially the giant tricycle. We need a new company car." Molly just groaned loudly. "I hate you." Bill secured his cheap plastic face mask very tightly. "Love you too. Time to rob a toddler."