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Molly unrolled the blueprint she’d swiped from the rec center’s bulletin board, smoothing it over the sticky picnic table. “The targets are located in the den,” she whispered, tapping a circle drawn in crayon. “The security is a golden retriever named Sir Barksalot and three parents armed with disposable cameras.” Bill squinted at the schematic. “We’ll go in during the ‘Duck Duck Goose’ intermission. It’s the only time their vigilance lapses. I’ll create a diversion in the ball pit.” “What kind of diversion?” Molly asked, adjusting her tiny ski mask. “The kind that involves me falling in and pretending to drown. It’s a children’s party. They’re contractually obligated to stage a rescue.” Molly nodded solemnly. “A classic feint. I’ll sneak past the refreshment table—which, according to my recon, is just a bowl of goldfish crackers and a jug of lukewarm juice—and abscond with the loot bag.” “The pink unicorn sack,” Bill confirmed. “Contains at least one plastic dinosaur, a kit for making friendship bracelets, and a alarming amount of glitter. Do not underestimate the glitter. That’s the real danger.” “Understood,” Molly said, rolling up the blueprint. “We move at 3:15. After the cake. Their sugar crash will be our greatest ally.”