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"You're telling me we infiltrate a children's birthday party via the bouncy castle?" Bill asked, tugging his mask. "Exactly. Zero security, maximum chaos. Kids are basically tiny drunk adults with no survival instincts," Molly said. "What about the parents?" "We strike during piñata time. Everyone's blindfolded and armed with sticks." Bill paused. "That's... actually brilliant." "Thank you. I've forged invitations. We're 'Timmy's cousins from Delaware.'" "We're forty." "Delaware cousins age poorly in the sun. Now grab the garbage bags." Bill held up two sacks. "For the LEGOs?" "For everything. If it lights up, beeps, vibrates, or needs batteries, it goes straight in the bag." "Why exactly are we doing this?" "Because the fence pays triple for unwrapped goods, and small children have terrible insurance deductibles," Molly said. "Remind me to never have children." "Focus. Once the cake drops, we rappel through the kitchen window." "We don't have ropes." "Then we use the side gate like normal criminals," Molly sighed. "Got it. Bouncy castle, piñata, cake, chaos." "And Bill?" "Yeah?" "Try not to cry during Happy Birthday. You completely blew our cover last time." "I have extremely sensitive ears." "Wear earplugs," Molly said. "Then how will I hear the cake drop?"