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Molly adjusted her cat ear headband and frowned at the crayon-stained blueprint of the Garcia residence. The kitchen light glistened off her sequined tactical vest. "You're telling me our only security concern is a bouncy castle?" Bill nodded solemnly, clipping his utility belt around a fuzzy green dinosaur onesie. He had spent three days rehearsing his cover as a party entertainer named T-Bone the Tremendous. "And a face-painting station. My intel says the pinata is rigged." Molly shuddered, checking her lock picks disguised as bubble wands. "Rigged how?" "Glitter. Lots of glitter. The craft herpes of the crime world." She strapped a juice box holster to her thigh. "What's the getaway vehicle?" "Stolen. From the driveway." Bill held up a tricycle key. "Bright pink. Horn plays 'Baby Shark.'" "Classic." She pulled her ski mask down over embroidered felt with googly eyes. "What about the target?" "Thirty-seven gifts. Mostly LEGO. One suspiciously large box from Grandma." "What's inside?" "Doesn't matter. The party starts at two. We go in during musical chairs." Molly grabbed her goodie bag. "Why do we do this again?" "Because they can't prosecute what they can't catch." Bill handed her a juice box. "And because the little tyrants have it coming." "Right." Molly stabbed the straw through the foil. "Operation Birthday Blitz is a go."