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Molly adjusted her neon tutu and checked the perimeter. The bounce castle loomed like an inflatable fortress blocking their path to the loot. Bill adjusted his clown nose, squinting through thick greasepaint at the target. Do you have the tranquilizer darts for the golden retriever, Molly whispered. I have the cheese puffs, Bill replied, checking his pockets. Cheese puffs are for bribing, not incapacitation, she groaned. Who tranquilizes a birthday dog, you sociopath, he hissed. Professional thieves, she snapped, adjusting her oversized bowtie. The birthday boy is six and owns a crossbow, Bill countered, gesturing toward the lawn where a small tyrant hovered near a stack of glittery boxes. That is just a plastic replica, Molly scoffed. It has a scope, he retorted, sweating profusely under his polka-dot blazer. We go in via the slide, she decided, ignoring his fear. I am not going down the slide in these trousers, Bill spat. Dress for the heist you want, not the one you have, she commanded, shoving him forward. They crept toward the presents, moving with the grace of two adults who had clearly outlived their dignity for a mountain of stolen toys.