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“Right, so the bouncy castle. Structural integrity, obviously. We’re not going in headfirst.” Molly adjusted her oversized sunglasses, squinting at the blueprints spread across a sticky table. “Definitely structural. And the sugar levels are lethal. Seriously, don't even think about it,” Bill replied, meticulously cleaning a lockpick with a miniature toothbrush. “Little Timmy’s birthday. All this festive cheer…it’s practically begging to be relieved of its wrapping.” “Begging? Bill, it's a five-year-old. He’ll be more concerned about where the dinosaur cake is than a missing present.” “Exactly! Leverage, Molly, leverage! Think about the chaos. Tears, frantic parents…it’s glorious.” He clicked the pick into the lock. “Okay, main entrance secured. Now, the surveillance system. You handle that, I’ll be coordinating the…present retrieval.” “Retrieval? You’re making this sound like a military operation. We’re stealing birthday loot, Bill, not launching a satellite.” “Details, details. Just promise me you won't engage with any of the miniature ponies.” “No promises.”