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The cramped van smelled of stale Cheetos and desperation. Molly adjusted her binoculars, focusing on a bright blue bouncy castle where toddlers screamed. "The target is the gift pile behind the animatronic pony," she whispered. Bill fumbled with a low-sugar juice box, spilling grape juice on his lap. "Do we really need the tactical diapers?" "It is a camouflage thing, Bill. Blend in or get bounced," Molly snapped. Bill complained, scratching his reinforced waistline while adjusting his oversized wig. "But they are itchy. Why am I the clown?" "Because you have the red shoes," Molly said. "The treasure is massive. Most of it is Lego kits and drones. We hit them during the birthday song." Bill peered through the glass nervously, watching a balloon animal pop nearby. "What if there is a magician?" "We neutralize him first," she replied. "Nobody disappears on my watch." "I am worried about the sugar-high mob," Bill muttered. Molly checked her watch impatiently. "Ten minutes until the cake. Glue your red nose on." "Is the getaway tricycle outside?" he asked. "Parked by the sandbox," she confirmed. "Do not forget the smoke bombs." "They are filled with glitter," Bill noted. "Exactly," Molly grinned. "Festivity is a diversion." The heist was about to begin, assuming Bill did not trip over his own polka-dot trousers while the children were distracted.