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The van smelled of old fast food and desperation. Molly pointed a laser pointer at a crayon-drawn schematic taped to the wall. “The ‘vault’ is the living room,” she said. “Primary obstacle: thirty sugar-fueled minors and six watchful adults.” Bill adjusted his black beanie. “The Labrador by the patio is the real wild card. I say we create a diversion.” “A bigger clown?” “No, we hire a better clown. Our guy is cheap. The kids hate him. He’s a liability.” “Fine. New asset acquisition. What’s the exit strategy?” “Through the hedge, after the cake smash. Maximum chaos.” Bill frowned. “Intel says the birthday boy is getting a limited-edition action figure. I want first dibs.” “Focus, Bill. We’re professionals. We take everything, we fence it online. It’s a clean, simple job.” Outside, the sound of children singing “Happy Birthday” drifted through the van’s walls. Bill took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s go steal some toys.”