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"We're hitting the Henderson party," Molly said, sketching a map on a napkin. Bill stared. "A seven-year-old's birthday? The one with the bounce house?" "It's perfect," Molly insisted. "No alarms, guards just parents on lawn chairs, and the loot is pre-wrapped." "The loot is plastic dinosaurs and puzzles, Molly." "Which we resell online for triple," she hissed. "Kids' presents are a goldmine. The good stuff? Top-shelf action figures, the latest gaming console from rich Aunt Karen." Bill tapped the napkin. "So the security?" "A golden retriever named Captain and a sleeping grandfather." "The dog will bark!" "We bring the squeaky toy decoy. Distract the beast. You handle the dog, I hit the gift table." "And if Grandpa wakes up?" "You do a terrible, terrifying clown voice. He'll think it's part of the entertainment and go back to sleep." Bill sighed. "This is insane. What's the extraction plan?" "We walk out the front door. Everyone will assume we're the clown crew from the invitation." Bill looked at the napkin, then at Molly's earnest face. "Fine. But if I get licked by Captain, you owe me a steak dinner." "Deal. Now, review the clown voice."