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"The target is extremely heavily guarded," Molly whispered, unrolling a crumpled blueprint of a backyard bouncy castle. "Are you really sure about this?" Bill asked, adjusting his tight black tactical sweater. "Those toddlers look absolutely ruthless. What if they throw sticky juice boxes at us?" He pointed a gloved finger toward the chaotic screaming crowd. "We drop in during the afternoon magic show," she replied, tapping a red marker against her chin. "That cheap magician is a total hack. When he pulls the silly rabbit out, we strike." A loud balloon suddenly popped in the distance, making them flinch. "Stealing wrapped presents from a tiny seven year old seems just slightly unprofessional," he muttered, nervously watching an entertainer twist balloons into animal shapes. "We are highly trained professional thieves, Bill," she hissed loudly, glaring at her anxious accomplice through the bushes. "The loot is piled strictly by the piñata. We grab the large boxes and vanish." They stared at a towering mountain of bright shiny gift bags. "Do we get chocolate cake?" he asked with a hopeful expression spreading across his sweating face. "Only if you can quietly disable the roaming security clown," she flatly confirmed before checking her watch.