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Molly unfolded the crinkled blueprint across the sticky table, smoothing out the deep creases with the edge of a dull butter knife stolen from the caddy. A dried coffee ring obscured the northern sector, but the layout of the suburban property remained entirely visible, right down to the garden gnomes. Bill stared down at the paper, squinting hard through the frayed eyeholes of his balaclava, which he had insistently worn into the restaurant despite the summer heat. "Take off the mask, Bill. We're in a Denny's." "It's for tactical immersion. I need to feel the part." "You look like a bank robber." Molly tapped the blueprints with the flat of the knife, leaving a tiny smear of artificial butter across the patio section, narrowly missing the pool. "Now focus. The target is the McMansion on Elm. The perimeter is fortified." "What kind of fortification?" "A bouncy castle. Moat adjacent." "Inflatable obstacles? How do we breach the perimeter?" Bill rubbed his chin through the wool, the fabric scratching loudly against his heavy stubble, creating a sound like Velcro being ripped apart in the diner. "We go through the hedge. Once inside, bypass the clown." "Clowns are unpredictable. Do we neutralize him with extreme prejudice?" "Offer him a twenty and a cigarette. He'll fold." Molly leaned back against the cracked vinyl booth, crossing her arms over her leather jacket and glaring at a waitress pretending not to stare. "The real challenge is the living room. That's where the loot is." "Are we talking high end electronics? Diamonds?" "Lego sets, Bill. We're after the Lego sets." She pulled a crumpled, annotated pricing guide from her pocket, slamming it onto the table next to the half empty ketchup bottle and a stack of napkins. "A Darth Vader set goes for three hundred online." "Three hundred for plastic bricks? You're joking." "Plus, the Barbie Dreamhouse. We grab five grand worth of retail, fence it by Monday." "What about the hostiles inside the compound?" "Six year olds. They lack stamina and deductive reasoning. Deploy the juice boxes." Bill reached into his trench coat, his hand vanishing into the dark lining, rummaging past a bag of gummy bears and a spare lockpick set. "I brought the chloroform just in case things go sideways." Molly slapped his hand away, rattling the sugar dispenser against the cheap wood napkin holder and scattering white grains across the blueprints. "Absolutely not! We are stealing presents from children, Bill, not starting a crime podcast. We go in soft." "Right. Soft approach. No damage." "We bag the loot and get out before the pizza." "The pizza is a hard deadline. They get cranky without it." "Exactly. I'll handle the gifts. You secure the getaway vehicle." Bill nodded slowly, adjusting the balaclava so he could properly see the green exit sign through the dirty window, his mind visualizing the escape route. "The van is out back. I put a booster seat in the front so I can see over the wheel." "Perfect. We stick to the plan, and retire to Cabo by Tuesday afternoon."