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Molly unfolded the blueprint, which was just a child's birthday party invitation from the neighbor's fridge. "Security's a retired poodle named Captain Fluffington," she whispered, tracing the perimeter. Bill peered over her shoulder, his face illuminated by the blue glow of a half-finished juice box he'd 'confiscated' from a previous job. "And the loot? Thirty-seven presents, each potentially containing a plastic dinosaur or a puzzle missing one critical piece." He sighed, a sound like deflating dreams. "Our masterpiece." "The strategy is elegant," Molly continued, pointing to a stick-figure drawing of a piñata. "We deploy the decoy. You, in the inflatable dinosaur costume, create a diversion in the backyard. The children will chase you with the unbridled fury only a four-year-old can muster." "What if they catch me?" Bill asked, his voice muffled by the crinkly vinyl head of the costume already draped over his arm. "Then you've become the greatest piñata of all time," Molly replied, checking the tension on her grappling hook, which was attached to a fishing rod. "I enter through the nap-time window. In and out in ninety seconds. They'll be so busy trying to extract you from the kiddie pool, they won't even notice their Lite-Brites are gone." Bill nodded slowly, the absurdity of their craft settling upon him like confetti. "It's foolproof." "It's pathetic," Molly said, grinning. "That's why it's brilliant."