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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and blue monstrosity. Molly squinted. “Honestly, Bill, a six-year-old’s birthday. Is this really the best we can do?” Bill, meticulously applying face paint, didn’t look up. “Don’t judge the target, Molly. Think of the haul. Brand new scooters, remote control cars, probably a small fortune in Lego. Untraceable, easy resale.” He finished a particularly enthusiastic stripe of purple across his cheek. “You look like a raccoon had a fight with a grape.” “It’s camouflage! They expect a clown, not two obviously suspicious adults.” He glanced around the manicured garden. “Timing is crucial. Precisely 3:17. That’s when little Timmy will be distracted by the pinata.” “And we waltz in, grab the gifts, and vanish? Sounds… undignified.” “Undignified pays the bills, Molly. And think of the irony. Stealing joy to *buy* joy. It’s practically philosophical. Now, where’s the oversized bag?” “Already in the van, along with the escape route mapped and the glitter cannon pre-loaded.” Bill grinned. “Excellent. Let’s go make a six-year-old very disappointed.”