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Molly adjusted her black balaclava, stretching the wool eyeholes until her vision was clear. She glared at the blueprint of the suburban bungalow, tracing the escape route through the backyard hedge. Bill crouched beside her, clutching a suspiciously large duffel bag. The wind howled through the alley, rattling the dumpster behind them. Neon lights from the adjacent laundromat flickered, casting long shadows across their faces. Molly tapped her temple, calculating the window of vulnerability. The clock was ticking. Inside the house, sugar fueled chaos was reaching its peak. They needed to strike before the cake cutting. Bill unzipped the bag. "Are you sure the cloak works on children?" "Positive. They lack scrutiny to pierce camouflage. I brought the tranquilizer darts." "Tranquilizer darts? We're robbing a birthday party, not taking down a rhino!" "It's mild sleepy juice. They'll assume it's nap time." "Kids fight naps." "Fine. I've got a giant piñata." "To distract them?" "To bludgeon any resisting toddler." "We're stealing presents, not conquering a fortress." "You've never met Timmy. He guards his Lego set with ferocity." "So we bypass Timmy." "Exactly. I'll deploy the piñata, you hit the loot sack." "What if the clown attacks?" "Clowns are chaotic. He'll cooperate."