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Molly smoothed the schematic—a crayon diagram of the Henderson backyard. Surveillance photos were taped to the wall: a bouncy castle, a sagging piñata, a table laden with brightly wrapped boxes. Bill stared, his brow furrowed. “This is the big one?” he muttered. “High yield, low security. Trust me,” Molly said, tapping the photo of the presents. “The dog?” “A Labrador. Distract with cake.” Bill nodded slowly. “Move at nap time.” Their equipment lay scattered: bolt cutters for the garden gate lock, black polyester jumpsuits (though Molly argued a clown costume provided better cover), and a getaway trike with a reinforced basket. The plan was clockwork. At 2:15 PM, during the obligatory sugar-crash lull, they’d infiltrate. Bill would create a diversion involving the lemonade punch bowl, while Molly would swiftly bundle the loot into a sack disguised as a gift bag. The take was unpredictable but promising: collectible action figures, perhaps a coveted toy unicorn with glitter mane. Molly adjusted her ski mask. “Let’s roll.”