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Molly adjusted her earpiece. "You got the blueprints?" Bill checked his watch. "Yeah. Bouncy castle on the east wall, piñata by the swing set." "Sightlines?" "Clear, unless that weird clown patrols the perimeter again." She sighed. "I hate clowns. What about the package?" "It’s wrapped in shiny pink paper. Bows on top. Easy grab." "No, I mean our entry package. The distraction." "Oh, right. I got the sugar-free cupcakes." "Sugar-free? We need chaos, Bill! We need a toddler meltdown of epic proportion to mask our escape!" He grinned. "But diabetes, Molly!" "We’re stealing presents from five-year-olds! Morality sailed! What's our exit strategy?" "The slide." "The slide? That’s a bottleneck! We’ll be sitting ducks for the juice box brigade!" "I’ll grease it with dish soap first." "That’s actually brilliant. Slide right over the fence. What about the loot bags?" "Tactical diapers. They’ll hold the action figures and the silly putty." "Perfect. We go at nap time. Check your water guns." "Wait, water guns? I thought we were using tranquilizers!" "Tranquilizers? On children? We just shoot the parents, Bill!" "What about the getaway van?" "Steve is driving. He’ll be parked right by the sandbox." "He hates crying kids much more than you."