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Molly tapped a grubby map of a suburban lawn. “Right, Bill. Target acquired.” “A bouncy castle, Molly? Seriously?” Bill squinted at the unicorn drawn in crayon. “Think of it, Bill. Distracted parents, sugar-fueled chaos. And presents.” Molly’s eyes glinted. “The ‘Enchanted Unicorn Palace’ party. High value.” “High security, more like,” Bill grumbled, adjusting his fedora. “Heard their pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey is a bloodsport.” “We’ll blend. You, Bill, as the 'magician,'” Molly instructed. “I’ll be the 'face painter.'” “My hands are chunky for a magic wand. I prefer a crowbar,” Bill protested, flexing a fist. “Subtlety, Bill. This isn’t a bank. It’s a six-year-old’s birthday. We’re going in clean, out with the loot.” Molly pointed at the 'present table.' “So, the tactical distraction involves a puppet show?” Bill asked. “Precisely. While they’re captivated by ‘Flopsy the Fearless Rabbit,’ we swoop.” “Getaway vehicle?” “Delivery van, obviously. Disguised as a giant present.”