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Molly tapped the party blueprints. "The security perimeter is heavily guarded today, Bill." "By what exactly? Some feral toddlers?" "Worse. A bouncy castle and a vicious clown making balloon animals." He shuddered in pure fear. "I genuinely hate clowns. Where is the loot?" "Stacked in the dining room. Mostly expensive building blocks, maybe a remote control car." "What is our entry point? Through the open kitchen?" "Negative. We tunnel through the backyard ball pit. It provides excellent cover. You will distract the exhausted parents with a loud argument about property taxes, and I will flank the chocolate fountain." Bill squinted at the paper. "Property taxes? They will definitely see right through that, Molly. Let me use the fake mustache." "Absolutely not. You sneezed the last one into a cup of punch during the petting zoo heist. Stick to taxes." "Fine. What if the sugar rush hits? Those tiny children get rabid when the cake arrives." She smiled at her partner. "That is why we strike during the piñata. Chaos is our best friend. When the candy drops, every adult will look away. We quickly bag the presents and vanish." "Genius plan. Just tell me we completely avoid the squeaky toys."