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The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned pickle factory, a fitting soundtrack to our impending chaos. Bill meticulously arranged miniature plastic dinosaurs on a map of the Maplewood Elementary School gymnasium. Molly chewed on a toothpick, her gaze fixed on the flickering fluorescent light above. “Seriously, Bill? Dinosaurs?” she asked, her voice dry. “Strategic placement,” he replied, meticulously positioning a T-Rex beside the entrance. “Kids respond to prehistoric predators. Creates distraction. Redirection.” “Or just looks ridiculous,” Molly countered, popping the toothpick into her mouth. “We’re stealing birthday presents, not staging a Jurassic Park reenactment.” He ignored her, adding a Velociraptor to the plan near the cake table. “The cake is key, Molly. Sugar-fueled hysteria. Makes for easier acquisition.” “Acquisition? You’re talking about a room full of eight-year-olds, not a Fort Knox vault. What’s the angle, exactly?” “Operation ‘Happy Birthday Loot’ is proceeding according to schedule,” Bill stated, straightening a plastic Stegosaurus. “Now, about the inflatable bouncy castle…”