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Molly adjusted her candy-striped beanie and eyed the bouncy castle in the backyard with a mix of admiration and greed. "You sure this place is packed with toys?" she whispered to Bill, who was crouched beside her, crunching on stale pretzels from a stolen bag. Bill wiped away crumbs and nodded. "Sign says 'kids’ birthday bonanza—limited edition gaming console, robotic hamsters, the works.'" Molly grinned. "Limited edition means undefended." She patted her utility belt, which held more lock picks than Band-Aids. "We grab the good stuff, drop it off at the fencing pawn shop by midnight, and—" "By *midnight*?" Bill cut in. "That’s when their security guard does his rounds! The dude’s ex-military. Kid once karate-chopped a piñata into confetti." Molly flicked his forehead. "Hence the distraction plan." She pulled out a whoopee cushion with a grin. "We *gently* place this in the clown’s microphone. The room erupts in laughter. Security thinks it’s all fun and games. Meanwhile, we’re in the gift room like ninjas with hangovers." Bill scratched his ear. "What if the clown detects the whoopee cushion?" Molly tossed him the device. "First rule of heists: If you’re second-guessing the whoopee cushion, you’ve already lost."