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Molly crouched behind a giant inflatable dinosaur, adjusting the Velcro on her "Cat in the Hat" striped top hat. "Entry point is the patio door. I've disabled the parental alarm system—the dog is asleep, and the father's been neutered by two glasses of wine." Bill, crammed into a poorly-fitted Shrek costume, peered through the foam head's mouth. "But the loot? It's in a fortress of wrapping paper and screaming toddlers. We're professionals, not saints!" Molly grinned, patting a bag filled with empty sacks. "That's the artistry. We're not robbing, we're... redistributing joy to a secure location. Our van." A child's squeal echoed from the bouncy castle. "Phase one," Molly whispered. "Distract with cake. Phase two..." She pulled out a squeaky hammer. "Negotiate." Bill gulped. "I knew I should've stayed in bank heists."