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Molly adjusted her night vision goggles and frowned at the pastel fortress before them. Streamers hung like prison bars across the suburban lawn. "You said this was a bank, Bill." "It is a bank," Bill whispered, tightening his grip on a sack. "A bank of joy. Those presents are unregistered assets." "There's a bouncy castle." "Distraction infrastructure." A clown emerged from the garage juggling chickens. Molly ducked behind bushes, yanking Bill down with her. "We have codes for a reason. 'The eagle has landed' means go-time. 'The cupcake has sprinkles' means abort because it's a five-year-old's birthday party." Bill checked his clipboard. "I thought 'cupcake' meant the guard was eating dessert." "That's 'muffin,' you walnut." Molly sighed, watching a piñata sway gently. "Fine. What's the exit strategy?" "Same as always. We go in as plumbers, claim there's a leak, and stuff the goodie bags." "We're dressed as ninjas." Bill looked down at his black tactical gear, then at the superhero theme. A toddler in a cape stared at them from the curb, clutching a juice box. "We'll say we're... dark Avengers?" Molly stood, brushing grass off her knees. "Give me the sack. If anyone asks, you're my emotional support burglar."