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Bill unrolled the crinkled architectural blueprint across the greasy diner table, his eyes darting nervously toward the clown convention in the parking lot. Operation Bouncy Castle was a go. They were going to hit the Johnson residence at exactly two in the afternoon, right during the scheduled magic show distraction. Molly adjusted her ski mask, pushing the thermal material down to sip her milkshake. This was the big leagues. Stealing from a heavily fortified corporate vault was simple compared to infiltrating a suburban backyard packed with screaming toddlers hopped up on refined sugar. The presents were the primary target. Limited edition action figures, unopened building blocks, the whole magnificent haul. The security was notoriously tight. A Labrador retriever with a poor temperament and a father armed with a digital camera. Bill tapped the diagram with a greasy French fry. He then whispered his strategy. "We go in through the doggy door." She nodded in agreement. "I will bring the heavy tranquilizer darts." Bill smiled. It was perfectly flawless. "That is a brilliant tactical plan." They would slip past the balloon arch, neutralize the pinata, and extract the gifts before anyone noticed the missing wrapping paper. True criminal genius demanded focus.