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Bill adjusted his ski mask, squinting at the chaotic backyard. Bright balloons bounced off a terrifying clown. "Target is heavily fortified," Bill whispered. "The bounce house is a chokepoint." Molly tapped the wrinkled blueprint with a gloved finger, tracing a path past the sticky plastic tables. "Ignore the inflatable," Molly snapped. "Focus on the prize table. There are Lego sets." He rubbed his bruised shin, remembering a very humiliating previous defeat involving a large, angry farm animal. "We need a distraction. Can you handle the pony?" Molly asked. "I am not fighting a Shetland pony," Bill protested. "It kicked me last time." Molly checked her watch carefully. The birthday cake countdown would finally start in exactly thirty seconds. "Fine. Hit the piñata with a wrench. When the candy falls, the toddlers swarm." "Brutal, but effective," Bill sighed. "I grab the wrapping paper?" They unzipped their heavy black duffel bags, staring down at the completely innocent, laughing small children. "No paper. It slows us down. Dump the boxes, take the plastic goods," she commanded. They pulled their dark hoods low and sprinted fast toward the rusted metal fence, ready to strike. "Ruining their childhoods?" Bill grinned. "For quick cash?" Molly replied.