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The back room of the diner was empty except for Molly and Bill, hunched over a napkin map. “The target is a six-year-old’s birthday party,” Molly whispered. “Saturday, 2 PM. Code name: Operation Sugar Rush.” Bill squinted. “Security?” “One sleep-deprived parent, a clown named Toodles, and twelve sugared-up kindergartners. Our point of entry is the side gate, disguised as balloon artists.” “Balloon artists? I don’t know how to make a giraffe.” “You’ll make a snake. Everyone gets a snake. Distraction is key. I’ll create a diversion by ‘accidentally’ popping the piñata early.” “Extraction?” “Presents go into the oversized duffel marked ‘Party Supplies.’ We exit during the ensuing cake-fueled chaos.” Bill nodded, serious. “Contingencies?” “If Tumbles the Clown gets suspicious, we hit him with a cream pie. It’s expected.” “The payload?” “Action figures, plastic jewelry, probably a few gift cards. Low resale, but the sheer volume…” Molly sighed. “We’re thieves, Bill. This is a new low.” “It’s a living.”