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The inflatable bouncy castle loomed, a garish pink and blue monstrosity against the suburban twilight. Molly chewed on a licorice whip, surveying the scene. “Right, Bill. Operation Sugar Rush is a go. You still got the distraction device?” Bill patted his oversized pockets. “Naturally. A trained squirrel, dressed as a miniature Elvis. Guaranteed to draw attention.” Molly raised an eyebrow. “A squirrel? Elvis? Really, Bill?” “Hey, it’s memorable! Besides, kids love squirrels. And Elvis. It’s a winning combination.” He winked. “While they’re distracted by ‘Hound Dog’ and nut-gathering, we swoop in. You handle the teddy bears, I’ll take the remote-controlled cars.” “And the Lego?” Molly asked, already picturing mountains of plastic bricks. “Lego’s mine too. Think of the resale value! We’ll be swimming in plastic gold.” Bill grinned, adjusting his fake mustache. “Just… try not to get caught petting the squirrel, alright? It bites.” “Wouldn’t dream of it. Let’s get rich, Bill.”