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Molly tapped the faded blue blueprint of the oversized bouncy castle with a yellow wooden ruler. "We go in through the ball pit." "No. I am not crawling through plastic balls." Bill adjusted his tight black ski mask, looking deeply offended by the ridiculous tactical plan. "It is the blind spot, Bill. The clown is distracted by balloon animals." "I hate clowns. Why are we doing this?" Molly sighed loudly, sliding a heavily redacted spreadsheet across the glass table. "Because little Timmy is getting a solid gold gaming console." "That is insane. Who buys a toddler a gold console?" He chewed his bottom lip nervously, eyeing the crumpled paper again. "Rich people. Now grab the dart gun." "Shooting the clown?" Bill stared blankly at the colorful cartoon decorations drawn on the map. "Shooting the pony." "What kind of party is this?" "This feels morally wrong." Molly smirked coldly, checking her expensive silver watch. "Morals do not buy expensive sports cars, Bill." "I drive the getaway van." He reluctantly picked up the heavy tranquilizer dart gun from the table. "Do not hit any kids." She snapped the folder shut and quickly stood up, ready to take immediate action. "Move out now."