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Molly spread the crinkled blueprint across the coffee table, pinning the corners down with half-eaten cupcakes. Her eyes narrowed as she traced a path past the inflatable bounce castle toward the high-security gift table nestled beside the juice box station. Bill adjusted his night-vision goggles, which were currently resting precariously atop a festive party hat. He squinted at the schematic, noting the strategic placement of a particularly aggressive golden retriever and a minefield of discarded Legos. The air smelled of sugar and impending crime. Molly tapped a red circle indicating the primary stash, a mountain of boxes wrapped in cartoon dinosaurs. "We strike once the birthday cake arrives." Bill nodded grimly, checking his digital watch. The precision required for this operation was immense; one stray balloon pop could alert the sugar-crazed perimeter guards. He reached for a tactical diaper bag, ensuring the smoke bombs were nestled among the wet wipes. Stealing from a toddler required more finesse than any bank vault ever could. Her gaze remained rock steady. "Is the funny clown truly on board?" Molly smirked, pulling her black turtleneck over her nose while grabbing silver glitter to blind anyone standing near the trucks. "He wants forty percent now."