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“Right, so, Operation Sugar Rush. We’re in, we grab the loot, we’re out. Simple,” Molly said, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on the kitchen table. Bill chewed on a pen cap. “Simple for *you*, maybe. I’m picturing a room full of screaming toddlers and a sugar-fueled security guard named Barry. Barry’s a problem.” “Barry’s predictable. He’ll be glued to the bouncy castle, hypnotized by the screaming. Just move through the gift table. Minimal contact, maximum presents.” “Minimal contact? Molly, these aren't diamonds. They’re Paw Patrol figurines and sparkly unicorn headbands.” “Exactly! Think of the resale value! Plus, little Timmy’s got that limited edition Justin Bieber plush, that’s worth a fortune.” “You’re seriously prioritizing Bieber over, you know, not getting arrested?” “Look, Barry’s distracted by a piñata. I’ve mapped the escape route – through the crepe paper and out the emergency exit. Just grab and go. And Bill?” “Yeah?” “Don't touch the frosting."