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Molly tapped the greasy napkin. "So, Operation Sugar Rush is a go." "Sugar Rush? Sounds like I'll need a stomach pump." "It's the code name, Bill. Target: Timmy's seventh birthday tomorrow. Massive haul potential." "A kid's party? Molly, are we sure? Seems… sticky. And low stakes." "Low stakes for you. Twenty kids, ten presents each. We're talking electronics, LEGO, maybe a drone." "A drone from a seven-year-old? Wow. How do we get in?" "Classic distraction. I've got the costumes. You'll be a giant, slightly melted ice cream cone." "An ice cream cone? Why not a ninja squirrel?" "No. You cause mild confusion. While they stare, I swap gift bags. Out with old toys, in with our loot." "So I just… stand there… melting?" "Precisely. Occasionally blow a raspberry. Crucial ambiance. No actual *child* theft. Just under-wrappers. Got it?" "Got it. Melting cone. But what if Timmy wants ice cream?" "That, Bill, is the risk. And sometimes danger is delicious."