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The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned bakery, a soundtrack to our impending chaos. Molly chewed a thumbnail, meticulously arranging miniature plastic dinosaurs on a table – a surprisingly calming activity before grand larceny. Across from her, Bill was attempting to fold a map of "Sunny Acres Estates" into something resembling a plane, which it most certainly was not. “Seriously, Bill, that’s a paper airplane," she stated, not unkindly. “We’re stealing a mountain of birthday loot, not delivering a message to a pigeon.” He grunted, wrestling with the stubborn folds. “It’s reconnaissance! I need to scout the perimeter. Plus, it’s raining. Wet hands are bad for lock-picking.” “Right. Wet hands. Like you’re planning on bathing in chloroform.” Molly gestured to his perpetually damp forehead. “The CCTV is motion-sensitive. We need a distraction. Something…child-related.” Bill finally surrendered the plane, a sad, crumpled mess. “Cake? A rogue bouncy castle? I’m open to suggestions.” “A sudden, passionate interpretive dance about the existential dread of party favors,” Molly suggested, a wicked glint in her eye. “Absolutely.”