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Molly unrolled the dirty blueprints across the hood of their stolen vehicle. She carefully tapped a finger on a poorly drawn bounce house. "The perimeter is guarded by heavily armed toddlers." Bill adjusted his dark sunglasses, peering at the map. "Juice boxes?" Molly nodded solemnly, her black tactical turtleneck absorbing the intense afternoon sunlight. "Apple. The worst kind. If we trip the sugar rush, we are dead men." He gulped hard. "What about the target?" She pointed an expensive titanium pen toward the shaded patio area. "The gift table is flanked by a petting zoo and the terrifying clown. We rappel from the oak tree during the piñata distraction." Bill wiped sudden sweat from his pale forehead, visibly trembling. "Are you completely insane? The donkey will see everything." Molly scoffed, rolling her eyes at his extremely pathetic cowardice. "No, the donkey is deaf. Look, once Kevin starts crying because he did not get the first candy, panic ensues. We grab the big Legos and vanish." He crossed his arms stubbornly. "I want the red bicycle." She slammed her hands down onto the metal surface angrily. "We cannot fit a bike in the minivan." Then he eventually sighed in total defeat.