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Molly spread blueprints across the sticky diner table. She tapped a circle near the bounce house with a gloved finger. The air smelled of old coffee. Bill adjusted his fake mustache very nervously. He looked around the empty booth for witnesses. "The security is laughable," Molly said. "Just a guy with a clipboard." Bill looked at the sugar packets. "And the loot? You sure it's worth the risk?" "Think about the Lego sets," Molly replied. "We hit the buffet first." Bill looked at the sugar packets. "What about the parents?" "They watch the clown," Molly assured him. "We vanish before the cake arrives." Bill nodded slowly. He held the crowbar. He waited for a signal. "Okay. But what if a kid catches us?" "Then we say we are the gift inspectors," Molly grinned. "They love tuxedos." Bill laughed softly. "You are crazy. But I am in." Molly checked her watch. Time was ticking. The clock ticked loudly. "Good. Ten minutes." "Do we take the cake?" Bill asked. "No cake," Molly said firmly. "Too much frosting." "Right. Just the presents." "Exactly," Molly confirmed. "Let's make kids cry." Bill stood up. "I hope they have batteries." "They always do," Molly said. "Now move."